<?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-4751107192613394668</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:02:57.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIDE LOOKING OUT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-2377414871194772328</id><published>2009-08-10T12:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:07:48.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We need a reality check!        http://www.whitehouse.gov/realitycheck/?e=10&amp;ref=text</title><content type='html'>Please check out the link provided for the ACTUAL facts about the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proposed health care reform. I have been fortunate enough to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;covered for 30 years with the best health insurance plan that can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought. I have NO FEAR that this will change. If people would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more studying and reading of facts instead of believing the rumors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and scare tactics put out by the rich and powerful lobbyists and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politicians, then maybe they could see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, it saddens me to read all these posts on facebook about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"socialized" health care. Do people not realize that we already have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most ineffective socialized health care in the world and it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called medicare, medicaid, and SSI benefits. All of the people who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently are covered by these programs will RECEIVE better care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not less! Study what is being proposed, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those that say the government is ineffective..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Copied from a link on facebook -thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Government Can't Do Anything Right? Really?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the Public Power Monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the Municipal Water Utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of US Department of Agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the Food and Drug Administration.At the appropriate time as regulated by the US congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads build by the local, state, and federal Departments of Transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank. On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to be sent out via the US Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school.After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the Department of Labor and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, enjoying another two meals which again do not kill me because of the USDA, I drive my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshal’s inspection, and which has not been plundered of all its valuables thanks to the local Police Department.I then log on to the internet which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and post on freerepublic.com and Fox News forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can’t do anything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a MORE INEFFECTIVE government sponsored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;program than the so-called "drug program" initiated by George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. Bush. As outlined by 60 MINUTES, it lined the pockets of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the congress that voted it in (and all the members that then left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congress and went to work for the drug companies!), the drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;companies, and insurance companies. BILLIONS of dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exchanged hands and none of it was beneficial to the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who needed it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to wake up and examine that the health insurers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health care providers, drug companies, and national drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;store companies are the most POWERFUL people in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;country and are responsible for most of the inaccurate and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary information being floated around as fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocent children of this country need to be insured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly deserve to have access to medicine and health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;care without having to give up their grocery money. Quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believing all the propaganda put out by the Fox News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anchors and Rush Limbaugh. USE YOUR BRAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a reality check.  Go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.whitehouse.gov/realitycheck/?e=10&amp;ref=text&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-2377414871194772328?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.whitehouse.gov/realitycheck/?e=10&amp;ref=text' title='We need a reality check!        http://www.whitehouse.gov/realitycheck/?e=10&amp;ref=text'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.whitehouse.gov/realitycheck/?e=10&amp;ref=text' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/2377414871194772328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-need-reality-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2377414871194772328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2377414871194772328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-need-reality-check.html' title='We need a reality check!        http://www.whitehouse.gov/realitycheck/?e=10&amp;ref=text'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-8877627146484313465</id><published>2009-07-17T17:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:09:05.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand up......</title><content type='html'>There has to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; advantage to this getting older, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that it's much easier to stand up for what you believe&lt;br /&gt;in.  If someone doesn't like it, they weren't your friend anyway.&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say that you have to agree or approve.  Just that you&lt;br /&gt;respect the rights of others to believe as they see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never bothers me to see someone post something about a&lt;br /&gt;different political ideology than what I subscribe to or a different&lt;br /&gt;religious belief.  However, why should I have to believe as you do&lt;br /&gt;in order for you to approve?  Seems kind of simple minded logic to&lt;br /&gt;me.  If I hadn't taken the time to study others beliefs or arguments,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have had the ability to develop my own.  Part of what is&lt;br /&gt;wrong with the world is the need of some groups to impart their&lt;br /&gt;beliefs on others or ELSE.   Seems that is the reason for the majority&lt;br /&gt;of wars that are started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it disconcerting that people take offense by some of the&lt;br /&gt;postings of friends of mine on facebook.  My brother is a staunch&lt;br /&gt;republican, but it sure doesn't affect our love for one another.  We&lt;br /&gt;kid and even argue about it sometimes, but we also respect the&lt;br /&gt;rights of the other to believe what they choose.  I'm sure he sees&lt;br /&gt;my friends and I having a laugh or two about Rush or Palin on&lt;br /&gt;facebook, but he never says anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been pretty headstrong when it comes to defending&lt;br /&gt;on the side of basic human rights.  I especially liked the daily&lt;br /&gt;devotion sent out by The Upper Room last week about the&lt;br /&gt;struggles of a pastor who stood up for blacks during the 60's.&lt;br /&gt;He was persecuted, ridiculed, and ostracized.  But, his daughter&lt;br /&gt;(the author of the devotional) had fond memories of the&lt;br /&gt;principles he instilled in her during a time of "standing up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up...... you'll be glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-8877627146484313465?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/8877627146484313465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/07/stand-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8877627146484313465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8877627146484313465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/07/stand-up.html' title='Stand up......'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-2504636219378831851</id><published>2009-06-23T05:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:03:42.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help in Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Psalms 46:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have been conflicted about what to write in the blog lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;feel comfortable about several of the things that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;seemed to weigh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;heavily on my mind. I feel so strongly about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;issues and yet you don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;want to offend or upset your friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;with differing views. So, I waited;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I considered; I prayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;During this time, I received a phone call about an acquaintance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was told&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;of another trial she was going through and then the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;caller said this, "She is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the type that isn't happy unless she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in a fight of some kind. She enjoys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it. She takes delight in it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That sentence made me very sad. What could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the reward be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for that person? Who wants to be in turmoil or cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;strife? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We then talked about several people we knew who had tempers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and had been arrested for fighting, as had all their children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What kind of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;legacy are you leaving your children and family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;if all you want to do is fight?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't imagine wanting to fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and fuss. I grew up in a household where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that was the norm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and I so appreciate the calm and peaceful state of my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God blessed me with that and I truly believe that. I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;praying as a young child to someday have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;peaceful and happy home. God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hears the prayers of all, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think he shows a special grace and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;commitment to children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in the middle of strife. I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I find real solace and peace when sitting and just observing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the beauty of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the ocean and the presence of God's power &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and glory seems so magnified.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God is everywhere. One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;might find him in their backyard garden. Another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quietness of their church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The main thing to remember is the LORD is in control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;even when the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;storms of life rage around us. The scriptures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;abound with instances of God's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;help in times of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God can calm the storms in our lives. We need to stop and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ask for help and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;guidance in prayer. We need to study his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;word for instruction. Most&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;importantly, we need to ask for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;his help in understanding and discerning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;his word. He will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;give you strength. We have to trust in him, believing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He loves us and cares about our problems. His power can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;solve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know this. He proved this to me as a young child and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He continues to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;be a "very present help in trouble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-2504636219378831851?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/2504636219378831851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-in-trouble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2504636219378831851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2504636219378831851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-in-trouble.html' title='Help in Trouble'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-2500096250403294849</id><published>2009-06-06T13:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:42:35.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Examine your anger.....</title><content type='html'>I started to write this blog three days ago. I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;about different times in my childhood and after, when&lt;br /&gt;anger played such an unwanted role. When you're a&lt;br /&gt;child and made to observe and try to prevent the anger&lt;br /&gt;in a household, you learn just how destructive anger can&lt;br /&gt;be. Over the period of the last three days, my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and feelings have changed about what I'm feeling and&lt;br /&gt;thinking about for this blog, but the scriptures haven't&lt;br /&gt;changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then said the Lord, Doest thou well to be angry? Jonah 4:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be not hasty in the spirit to be angry; for anger resteth in the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bosom of fools. Ecclesiastes 7:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember more times than I can count, stepping in front&lt;br /&gt;of my mother to prevent her from being hit. I can close my&lt;br /&gt;eyes and be taken back in a second to hurtful comments that&lt;br /&gt;were made to me (as a child!) from someone who was upset&lt;br /&gt;or irritated with my mom. I had no control over what my&lt;br /&gt;parents said or did, and yet I was chastised for their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always interesting to me what makes someone angry. You&lt;br /&gt;wonder if there is something that you aren't aware of. Perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;they want to use you as a whipping post and make jokes with others&lt;br /&gt;at your expense. Perhaps, they have interpreted something that&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember getting a phone call from the elementary school&lt;br /&gt;when my youngest son was in his sixth week of kindergarten. I&lt;br /&gt;was being summoned to the school and I didn't know why. The&lt;br /&gt;teachers sat across from me and were crying. They recounted an&lt;br /&gt;incident that had occurred a few hours earlier on the playground.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet, little shy son who they said hadn't said an audible&lt;br /&gt;word in six weeks stood up to a bully. He defended a new kid in&lt;br /&gt;school and handled a situation they thought deserved some&lt;br /&gt;recognition. The new kid had been called "half-breed" and&lt;br /&gt;told he wasn't going to be picked to be on their football team&lt;br /&gt;at recess. Mrs. Myrick said she was wrestling with what to say&lt;br /&gt;and how to handle the situation, when the bully picked my&lt;br /&gt;son as his first team member. She said that my son stepped&lt;br /&gt;forward and said, "If Michael isn't good enough for your&lt;br /&gt;team, then I'm not either." She said in an instant, the bully said,&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Michael can play, too, and she didn't have to say a word.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to commend me. She shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it that way. I cried because I realized that he had learned&lt;br /&gt;something from a relative simply by observation. What powerful&lt;br /&gt;examples we can be when others are watching. I realized that out of&lt;br /&gt;my mom's weaknesses and burdens, she had taught my son to take&lt;br /&gt;up for the downtrodden and persecuted. I realized that without me&lt;br /&gt;even wanting to, I had become someone who liked to defend the&lt;br /&gt;underdog. I can't change. For better or worse, I was molded by my&lt;br /&gt;childhood and circumstances beyond my control. I had to speak up&lt;br /&gt;for myself and my brother and sister. There wasn't anyone else to&lt;br /&gt;do it. Sometimes now, that doesn't bode well for me. I speak up&lt;br /&gt;when sometimes it's more comfortable for others for me to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't like this, but I'm a product of my childhood. I've&lt;br /&gt;adapted and tried with the grace of God to be the kind of person&lt;br /&gt;and parent that my kids need and will be proud of. However, I'm&lt;br /&gt;human and molded from a childhood of wanting to be accepted by&lt;br /&gt;others.. ANYONE. I sometimes ask my husband and children if&lt;br /&gt;they can imagine what it would be like to grow up feeling like you&lt;br /&gt;weren't loved by anyone. In a child's mind, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;alcoholism or adult problems....you just know that your life is&lt;br /&gt;different than those around you. You wonder what can be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;with an 8 year old that no one cares enough to "care"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder what it must have been like to feel loved and&lt;br /&gt;supported as a child. I learned a lot of lessons by having to raise&lt;br /&gt;myself and my siblings, but I look at my husband sometimes and&lt;br /&gt;envy the way he must have felt supported as a child. Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;now, when others find fault with me or assume something that isn't&lt;br /&gt;there..... I am transported back to that childhood. It's not fun to be&lt;br /&gt;made fun of. It's not a good feeling to be misunderstood or your&lt;br /&gt;words to be twisted. But, perhaps if it provides them with some&lt;br /&gt;lively discussion or laughter (at your expense)...well, it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to put yourself in someones position when your life was&lt;br /&gt;so far removed from the kind of life they had. But, we must try.&lt;br /&gt;What is the line from South Pacific (yes, I love old movies)........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You have to be taught /Before it's too late./ Before you are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;six or seven or eight/ to hate all the people your relatives hate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have to be carefully taught."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we carry what we learned from our past whether we&lt;br /&gt;want to or not. That doesn't make it wrong - that doesn't make&lt;br /&gt;it right. We have to be "careful" about what we hate, who we&lt;br /&gt;hurt, who we make fun of, what we get angry about it. Life is&lt;br /&gt;too short to be determined to hurt others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the Lord for a cool disposition even in hot circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Anger is destructive. After anger has subsided, it often leaves&lt;br /&gt;a bitter residue of guilt and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something from Steve Goodier about anger, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his book &lt;em&gt;Joy Along the Way, "Getting the Anger Out"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I learned that a woman in Arkansas called her local police&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;department. She asked about the penalty for fighting. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sergeant told her that she could be charged with assault and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;battery. The fine was $100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Oh, I want to beat up my sister," she said, "and I wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;see if I can afford it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Anger must certainly be expressed, but this woman discovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;that there is a price for expressing it inappropriately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can read the rest of this piece by following the link to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right "Life Support Systems"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul tells us in Gal. 5:19-21 ("works of the flesh") that he associates&lt;br /&gt;anger with such terrible sins as idolatry, sorcery, drunkenness, and&lt;br /&gt;blasphemy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we tend to underestimate the seriousness of anger because&lt;br /&gt;we fail to recognize it as the toxic force that unleashes so many other&lt;br /&gt;sins. Just as love can engender acts of mercy and kindness, anger&lt;br /&gt;can produce a deadly harvest of less-than-human behavior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-2500096250403294849?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/2500096250403294849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/06/examine-your-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2500096250403294849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2500096250403294849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/06/examine-your-anger.html' title='Examine your anger.....'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-8785569232747519619</id><published>2009-06-03T23:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:18:16.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't they all our children?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I have Steve Goodier's blog as a must read on my site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Today's message was especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;AREN'T THEY ALL OUR CHILDREN?There are few things in this life more difficult to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;experience than the loss of one's child. Jim Wallis, in WHO SPEAKS FOR GOD tells &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;a sad and terrifying incident that occurred during the tragic war in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sarajevo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;not too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;many years back. A reporter who was covering the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;in the middle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;city saw a little girl fatally shot by a sniper.The reporter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;threw down his pad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;pencil and rushed to the aid of a man who was now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;holding the child. He helped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;both into his car and sped off to a hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Hurry, my friend," the man urged,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;"my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;child is still alive." A moment or two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;later he pleaded, "Hurry, my friend, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;is still breathing." A little later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;he said, "Hurry, my friend, my child is still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;warm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;"When they got to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;hospital, the young girl was gone. "This is a terrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;task for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;me," the distraught &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;man said to the reporter. "I must go tell her father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;that his child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;is dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;He will be heartbroken."The reporter was amazed. He looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;at the grieving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;man and said, "I thought she was YOUR child."The man replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;"No, but aren't they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;all our children?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I think that is one of the great questions of our age. &lt;strong&gt;Aren't they all our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;children?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;It is a question that deserves an answer.Aren't they all our children? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;live under our roof and those who reside with another family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Those to whom we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;are related as well as those whom we have never known?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aren't they all our children? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Those on our side of the border as well as those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;on the other side? Those of our nation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;no more or less than those of another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aren't they all our children?&lt;em&gt; Those who worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like us and those who worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;differently&lt;/em&gt;? Those who look like us and those who do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;not?Aren't they all our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;children? The well-educated and the under-educated? The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;well-fed and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;under-fed? Those who are secure and those who are at risk?Aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;they all our children? The highly valued and highly esteemed as well as the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;castaways&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;and the lost?Aren't they all our children? Aren't they all our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;responsibility? ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;of them? Ours to nurture? Ours to protect? Ours to love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I don't think it is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;exaggeration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;to say that the survival of our world hinges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;on the answer to that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;question.To say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;they are NOT all our children is to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;condemn the world to more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;struggle – family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;against family, group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;against group, nation against nation.Aren't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;they all our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;children? If we say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;yes, can we ever again pit them against each other? "If we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;have no peace," said Mother Teresa,"it is because we have forgotten that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;belong to each other."Aren't they all our children?There may be no greater &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;question for our generation. And how we answer that question will determine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the shape of our world for years to come.-- Steve Goodier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-8785569232747519619?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/2009/06/arent-they-all-our-children.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/8785569232747519619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/06/arent-they-all-our-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8785569232747519619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8785569232747519619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/06/arent-they-all-our-children.html' title='Aren&apos;t they all our children?'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-1853400770776719337</id><published>2009-06-03T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:33:28.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Life Taught Me</title><content type='html'>Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer,&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland , Ohio"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote&lt;br /&gt;the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested&lt;br /&gt;column I've ever written."My odometer rolled over to&lt;br /&gt;90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your&lt;br /&gt;friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what&lt;br /&gt;their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;14.  HMMMM.....I'm not sure where 14 disappeared to.  (Rene')&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second&lt;br /&gt;one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't&lt;br /&gt;take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words&lt;br /&gt;'In five years, will this matter?'27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of&lt;br /&gt;anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone&lt;br /&gt;else's,we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Wednesday...... Rene'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-1853400770776719337?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/1853400770776719337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/06/lessons-life-taught-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1853400770776719337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1853400770776719337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/06/lessons-life-taught-me.html' title='Lessons Life Taught Me'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-4571659277564179671</id><published>2009-05-29T12:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:22:07.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something uplifting</title><content type='html'>As some of you might have noticed, I have a link included&lt;br /&gt;on this blog for  LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blog that Steve Goodier maintains.  I have read&lt;br /&gt;his inspirational messages for years and have every one&lt;br /&gt;of his books.   Steve is a United Methodist Minister and&lt;br /&gt;inspirational speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than blog about all the things that are really&lt;br /&gt;bugging me, I decided to direct you to Steve's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be uplifted and made to think.........&lt;br /&gt;Check this out.  Read the last two entries and any&lt;br /&gt;of the previous ones for a dose of inspiration and&lt;br /&gt;grace.   (Last two are  BELIEVE IT and THE HAND)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-4571659277564179671?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/4571659277564179671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-uplifting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/4571659277564179671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/4571659277564179671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-uplifting.html' title='Something uplifting'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-93694343384805121</id><published>2009-05-23T04:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:14:08.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/ShfI99jjQrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5Lxwe5qxLNQ/s1600-h/STA71066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338956850092262066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/ShfI99jjQrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5Lxwe5qxLNQ/s200/STA71066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love is blind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;closes its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Your friend is the woman who knows all about you, and still likes you." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Elbert Hubard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seldom known until it be lost." - Charles Caleb Colton&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I arrived home today to find this beautiful basket of flowers and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;candle from my dear "Florida" friend. I never knew how to appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all our little midnight trips and marathon phone calls until she moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can tell her anything. She finishes my sentences. She knows all my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;faults and loves me anyway. She remembers my youth and builds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;up while understanding what I had to endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She's better than any medicine or salve when I'm sick or blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I never enjoyed flowers any more than the ones I received this date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But, even more rewarding was the long phone call afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God blesses us with true friends......and I'm thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-93694343384805121?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/93694343384805121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/93694343384805121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/93694343384805121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends.....'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/ShfI99jjQrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5Lxwe5qxLNQ/s72-c/STA71066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-4216476144182096704</id><published>2009-05-20T21:22:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:36:37.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the REAL evil ?????</title><content type='html'>Propaganda......ideas, facts, or allegations spread deliberately to&lt;br /&gt;further one's cause or to damage an opposing cause also a public&lt;br /&gt;action having such an effect (Merriam-Webster Dictionary )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we as a country if we simply follow along and believe some&lt;br /&gt;of the propaganda allowed to be printed in our newspapers? As a&lt;br /&gt;parent, grandparent, teacher, friend of a soldier, we should be&lt;br /&gt;interested in the TRUTH. God gave us a brain and the ability to&lt;br /&gt;comprehend the truth and yet we sit idly by allowing others to&lt;br /&gt;promote their selfish agenda that is filled with lies and misrepresentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware that it is a matter of public record the consulting fees&lt;br /&gt;paid to our former presidents and their families. The Bush family&lt;br /&gt;has literally "earned" millions and millions from the Saudi's while&lt;br /&gt;preaching that we should fight the "terrorists." George W Bush&lt;br /&gt;received financial help from Bin Laden YEARS before he was elected&lt;br /&gt;president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always interesting (and sad) to me to read a "religious" column&lt;br /&gt;about patriotism and the evil democrats when the facts are so clearly&lt;br /&gt;opposite of what she proclaims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigate and study. The future of our country depends upon it.&lt;br /&gt;We have wasted the last decade believing lies and being brought&lt;br /&gt;to our knees financially. This Memorial Day there will be&lt;br /&gt;thousands of families without their loved ones who sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;their lives for an unjust war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out a few of these links:&lt;br /&gt;(From The New York Times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The New York Times reports: “The episode has been retold so many times in the last three and a half years that it has become the stuff of political legend: in the frenzied days after Sept. 11, 2001, when some flights were still grounded, dozens of well-connected Saudis, including relatives of Osama bin Laden, managed to leave the United States on specially chartered flights. Now, newly released government records show previously undisclosed flights from Las Vegas and elsewhere and point to a more active role by the Federal Bureau of Investigation in aiding some of the Saudis in their departure. The F.B.I. gave personal airport escorts to two prominent Saudi families who fled the United States, and several other Saudis were allowed to leave the country without first being interviewed, the documents show. ... The material sheds new light on the aftermath of the Sept. 11 attacks, and it provides details about the F.B.I.'s interaction with at least 160 Saudis who were living in or visiting the United States and were allowed to leave the country. Some of the departing Saudis were related to Osama bin Laden. … The Sept. 11 commission examined the Saudi flights in its final report last year, and it found that no Saudis had been allowed to leave before national airspace was reopened on Sept. 13, 2001”H327 Intelligence Whispers reports: “Financial ties between Al Qaeda, Saudi Arabia, and American banks do not end with the Texas payments. A former chief of Mossad confided that Israeli intelligence was well aware that Al Qaeda funded its activities through the top six U.S. banks; including Nation's Bank … The copies were provided by Israeli military intelligence. The source of the funds was Saudi. Furthermore, a U.S. intelligence source recently confided that Florida Governor Jeb Bush was heavily involved in the spiriting of members of the Saudi Royal family out of Florida on a U.S. government plane after the attacks of September 11, 2001. A third check provided by Israeli military intelligence is drawn on the Saudi American Bank, which has an office just across the street from the Saudi Embassy in Washington, DC in the Watergate complex. The former head of Saudi intelligence, Prince Turki bin Faisal, who acted as the Saudi government’s main interlocutor with Osama bin Laden, is due to take up the post as Saudi ambassador to the United States.”H328 It is disparaging to see the actions taken by the Bush family after 9/11 bounced and twisted around by Washington bureaucrats whose present salaries are paid for by US taxpayers. Plain and simple, Ambassador Prince Bandar and prior President George Bush Sr arranged to have members of the bin Laden and Saud families sequestered in certain areas of the US by flying them around within the US when all other flights were grounded. No one was allowed to interrogate them. After the US airspace was reopened they were secretly allowed to fly out of the US. The Saud family is the prime patron of the Bush family and has the ability to demand such preferential treatment. With bagman Bandar’s corrupt Washington reward scheme, it is assumed those Washington bureaucrats who questionably assisted the Saud and bin Laden family members will be rewarded with Saud family lobbyist consulting fees after their government service retirement. We cannot believe Washington will accept Prince Turki as ambassador when his complicity in overt criminal acts against US citizens is so apparent. We can see how citizens of the US should be finally given the information about the “Great Satan” members lurking in Washington. It is a travesty the US establishment media will not divulge the acts of these people to US citizens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AND HE SHALL BE JUDGED&lt;br /&gt;Former defense secretary Donald Rumsfeld has always answered his detractors by claiming that history will one day judge him kindly. But as he waits for that day, a new group of critics—his administration peers—are suddenly speaking out for the first time. What they’re saying? It isn’t pretty!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://men.style.com/gq/features/landing?id=content_9217"&gt;http://men.style.com/gq/features/landing?id=content_9217&lt;/a&gt; (Rumsfeld)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://men.style.com/gq/features/topsecret"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://men.style.com/gq/features/topsecret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (slideshow of classified documents/Rumsfeld)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.niagarafallsreporter.com/gallagher292.html"&gt;http://www.niagarafallsreporter.com/gallagher292.html&lt;/a&gt; (Citigroup/laundering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Guess who leased the building that went down first on 9/11? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What records were being stored there)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_2et5WMvVQ&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Flightworkers%2Eorg%2Fvideo%2F77024%2Fe%2D911%2Dmedia%2Dbreakthrough%2Ddenmark%2Dconspiracy&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also - google the Saudi government's consulting fees to the Bush family and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;connection and just how far it goes back) here's a little taste of what you will find......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="bush"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;On September 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt; the Wall Street Journal reported that the bin Laden family had invested at least $2 million in a fund operated by The Carlyle Group. An unidentified "foreign financier" told the Journal that the total investment was likely to be much larger. The Carlyle Group is a merchant bank specializing in buyouts of aerospace and defense companies. (A merchant bank is a bank that deals mostly in long term corporate loans and underwriting, often with an emphasis on international finance.) The Carlyle Group has high-level connections to the Republican party: George Bush Sr. is a paid spokesman, former Secretary of State (and head of Bush campaign post-election operations) James Baker is senior counselor, and former Secretary of Defense Frank Carlucci is the group's chairman. According to the Journal, all three have traveled to Saudi Arabia in recent years to meet with the bin Laden family.&lt;br /&gt;The corporate name of the bin Laden family business is transliterated from the Arabic as Binladin. The Saudi Binladin group is a $5 billion business, built by family patriarch Mohammed largely from Saudi government construction contracts. The military barracks at Dharan, Saudi Arabia, were rebuilt by the Binladin Group after the 1996 truck bombing. The family has officially disavowed Osama, who worked briefly in the family business, and is believed to have inherited at least $50 million.&lt;br /&gt;Although not stated explicitly in the Journal report, it is implied that the Carlyle Group was among the banks whose records were subpoenaed as a part of the investigation of the September 11 terrorist attack on the World Trade Center in New York. Through a spokesperson, former president Bush said that he recalled only one meeting with the bin Laden family, which took place in 1998. She admitted that there were at least two meetings after being confronted with a thank-you note from a meeting in 2000. Mr. Carlucci is the former chairman of Nortel Networks, which has conducted joint telecommunications ventures with Binladin Group. Mr. Baker reportedly met with the bin Laden family in 1998 and 1999. Caspar Weinberger, Secretary of Defense during the Reagan administration, and now chairman of Forbes, Inc., met with the bin Laden family twice in recent years, according to the Journal.&lt;br /&gt;President George W. Bush has been linked indirectly to the bin Laden family, as well. During the time that W. was a pilot in the Texas Air National Guard, his friend and fellow guardsman, James W. Bath, was the business representative in Texas for Salem bin Laden, Osama's older brother. Bath continued to act in that capacity until 1988, when Salem died in a plane crash. The Houston Gulf Airport, in League City, TX, was among the properties Mr. bin Laden invested in on Mr. Bath's recommendation. Hopes that the airfield would find increased use over time, handling overflow from Houston airport, never materialized. The estate has been trying to sell the property since Mr. bin Laden's death. Mr. Bath reportedly received a 5% commission as his fee in transactions in which he represented Mr. bin Laden. Bath also invested $50,000 in two funds controlled by George W. Bush during this time, but maintains that the dealings were unrelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="harken"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;In 1984,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; however, George W. Bush's oil exploration company, Bush Exploration (previously Arbusto Energy) was suffering financially as sources of investment disappeared in the face of uncertainty regarding oil prices. After one attempted bailout by an oil company called Spectrum 7 faltered, Harken Energy bought Spectrum 7 for $2 million. George W. Bush received stock worth approximately $500,000 and a consulting fee of $120,000. Harken Energy was run by Alan Quasha, a New York lawyer who was also a Republican Party fundraiser. Sheikh Abdullah Bahksh of Saudi Arabia, a 16% shareholder in Harken Energy at the time, was represented by a Palestinian-born Chicago investor named Talat Othman, who served with George W. Bush on the board of Harken Energy. Othman made at least three separate visits to the White House to discuss Middle East affairs with then President George Bush. At about the same time, and just prior to the Gulf War, Harken Energy, with no previous international or offshore drilling experience, was awarded a 35-year petroleum exploration contract with the emirate of Bahrain&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The REAL enemy and evil are the ones spouting patriotism and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;promoting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;propaganda. America needs to WAKE UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-4216476144182096704?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/4216476144182096704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-real-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/4216476144182096704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/4216476144182096704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-real-evil.html' title='Who is the REAL evil ?????'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-8612824199653315721</id><published>2009-05-17T07:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:24:33.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiosyncrasies..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I read a blog this week that made me go..............hmmmmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer was bemoaning his inadequacies with the English&lt;br /&gt;language and the using of proper grammar and spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think about all my English teachers. I always said&lt;br /&gt;that English was my least favorite subject and how weak I felt&lt;br /&gt;in that area. I never had an English teacher that really inspired&lt;br /&gt;me until college. In fairness, I really liked my teachers, but most&lt;br /&gt;of them had been teaching 30+ years, had problems, or were just&lt;br /&gt;not that interested any longer. One year we spent the whole year&lt;br /&gt;learning and reciting and writing on " I think that I shall never&lt;br /&gt;see a poem lovely as a tree." Needless to say, this didn't do a&lt;br /&gt;lot to prepare me for entering high school English the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in my 40's, I went back to college. I was given this speech&lt;br /&gt;about how my skills had deteriorated and that I would probably&lt;br /&gt;have to take "refresher" courses. They had me scared to death&lt;br /&gt;and I had to take the ACT the next day (since it had been over&lt;br /&gt;20 years they wouldn't accept my prior ACT score). I stayed&lt;br /&gt;up all night and was so afraid I would be led out to a firing squad&lt;br /&gt;and refused entrance. The moral of this story is......never be&lt;br /&gt;afraid. They called me the next day and I had set some type of&lt;br /&gt;record. I scored perfect on 2 sections of the ACT (with English&lt;br /&gt;being one of those sections) and missed very few overall. I was&lt;br /&gt;elated simply because of how scared they had made me the day&lt;br /&gt;before! I honestly believe that the simple acts of working for&lt;br /&gt;over 20 years, voracious reading of newspapers and books, and&lt;br /&gt;just living life improved my English skills. Having said that, I&lt;br /&gt;am FAR from perfect and unfortunately write like I talk. I never&lt;br /&gt;know when to shut up! My sentences are too long and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;confusing. Thankfully, I don't do this for a living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was brought to my attention during my employment&lt;br /&gt;that I had a "gift" for proofreading or catching errors. We might&lt;br /&gt;have a 500 page spread sheet and I could always find the wrong&lt;br /&gt;number. When I read a newspaper and see misspelled words,&lt;br /&gt;it drives me NUTS! I can still recall reading a story about a&lt;br /&gt;disturbance with taking a dog in a local restaurant and the writer&lt;br /&gt;used the word "quiet" instead of "quite" or a headline having&lt;br /&gt;the word "Circiut" instead of circuit. I understand completely&lt;br /&gt;that it would be impossible to publish a newspaper without&lt;br /&gt;mistakes. We all make mistakes everyday. That's just one of my&lt;br /&gt;idiosyncrasies or what we refer to as our OCD problems. We all&lt;br /&gt;have them. I have friends that e-mail me every week and we&lt;br /&gt;compare what errors we found that week in the papers. It's just&lt;br /&gt;our little "thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had reason to think about all that this week. A relative visited&lt;br /&gt;and was talking about a mutual acquaintance. Seems this person&lt;br /&gt;and her mother have a real problem about judging people. They&lt;br /&gt;talk about how someone looks, what they drive, where they live,&lt;br /&gt;how clean they keep their house, how much they make - you get&lt;br /&gt;the picture. I was told how much it meant to my kids that they&lt;br /&gt;never heard anything like that growing up. An example was&lt;br /&gt;given about two of the nicest people in this town and how these&lt;br /&gt;two women were making fun of these two people and the "rolls"&lt;br /&gt;on their necks and their weight. It seemed so odd and just&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable to me. These two people that they were talking&lt;br /&gt;about were actually taking valuable time from their weekend&lt;br /&gt;(they both work) to mow their church's lawn and grounds. To&lt;br /&gt;be completely frank.....these two women should be the last two&lt;br /&gt;people on earth to be talking about anyone else. You know the&lt;br /&gt;saying about skeletons in closets......well, they would need a very&lt;br /&gt;LARGE walk-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that my little idiosyncrasy of noticing misspelled words&lt;br /&gt;was pretty harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had intended on writing something about how we cope with&lt;br /&gt;what life throws us. So, I'll leave you with this thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the way it is. The&lt;br /&gt;way you cope with it, is what makes the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to one another and appreciate your little idiosyncrasies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-8612824199653315721?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/8612824199653315721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiosyncrasies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8612824199653315721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8612824199653315721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiosyncrasies.html' title='Idiosyncrasies..........'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-3486271771409359039</id><published>2009-05-09T05:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:05:28.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A mother understands what a child does not say.- Jewish proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I was talking to a friend yesterday and relating how excited I am on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;the Fridays when my son comes home from college. I always have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a big meal fixed and look so forward to catching up on his life. When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I was just seven years old, I started cooking the family meals in our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;home. Therefore, I have always equated cooking with a way to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;show my love to family. I enjoy it and it warms my heart when they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;seem to enjoy it in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yesterday, as I was cooking, I thought of my dear mother-in-law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;When I first married my husband, it seemed so strange that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;were expected to show up EVERY Sunday for a big family meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;at his mother's house. This was a tradition that I wasn't familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;with and on some Sunday's, I just wanted to go home from church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and vegetate after a long work week. However, I warmed to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tradition very quickly. His mother stood for over 8 hours every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;day through the week on a hard concrete floor at her job. Yet, on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Friday, she would head to the grocery and pick out a menu for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;our Sunday get-togethers. She always prepared a special meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;with love and was always hopeful that everyone could show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I remember one Sunday when she had fixed her famous fried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;chicken with homemade "little" biscuits and gravy and all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;fixings. That particular Sunday, all the kids and grand kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;showed up. She usually fixed such a big meal, that there were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;enough leftovers for supper, too. On that Sunday, the chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ran out rather quickly. About five hours later, my husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;leaves for a few minutes and comes back with two big packages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;of chicken and says, "Mom, could you fry us some more chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;for supper?" That poor woman got up and fried two more chickens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;made biscuits and gravy. Oh.....A Mother's Love........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Years later, we would laugh about that memory. We all asked her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;why in the world she agreed to fry all that chicken. She said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;because he asked me to. She loved her kids beyond measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;She once told me that as my kids got older my worry would change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;She explained that when they are small and have a problem, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;can jump in and try to help them solve it. When they are adults,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;we are just as worried, but sometimes lack the ability to solve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;their problems. They are beyond our control or ability to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;She said that those are the kinds of problems that worry you even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;more. I didn't understand it at the time, but that was a profound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;observation. Your kids are always your babies, no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;their ages and you always worry and pray for their lives to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This weekend will be hard for me. I miss my mom and mother-in-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;law. The last few years of both of their lives, it was me that fixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;meals for them. My mother-in-law always enjoyed my meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;so much and was always so appreciative. I miss her. I miss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;for so many reasons, but I'm thankful that she taught me the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;importance of family and the fellowship that goes with a meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;prepared with love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"God could not be everywhere and therefore He made mothers".- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jewish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-3486271771409359039?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/3486271771409359039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/3486271771409359039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/3486271771409359039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-love.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-6991349419361590461</id><published>2009-05-06T13:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:03:32.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quotesdaddy.com/quote/235100/wayne-dyer/when-you-judge-another-you-do-not-define-them-you"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wayne Dyer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/quote/259524/william-arthur-ward/each-of-us-will-one-day-be-judged-by-our-standard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Each of us will one day be judged by our standard of life -- not by our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;standard of living; by our measure of giving -- not by our measure of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wealth; by our simple goodness -- not by our seeming greatness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(William Arthur Ward)&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 fallout over Miss California's statements just won't stop! Makes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;think about that saying from Proverbs that says "Those who live in glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;houses should not throw stones" She's all upset over the nude photos of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her being released.............&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 sat in my dentist's chair for over 4 hours on Monday. He's a great dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really appreciate his skill and the kindness of his office staff. His parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lived right down the street from where I grew up. His mom was a teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of mine. We made the mistake of ruining our perfect friendship by casually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mentioning politics. We are polar opposites on the political front, and while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some of his statements surprised me, it didn't change how I felt about 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;It's healthy to have different opinions. It's one of the things that makes this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;country so great. I was pleased after getting so many e-mails from you to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that it's not the differing opinions that upset people, but the judgment attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by some.&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 had a lot of different beliefs when I was 30 years younger. Now, I am pleased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that life has led me to a discovery of some of my mistaken beliefs. It saddens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me to hear racist or homophobic remarks. I heard both in a public business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this week. I have a friend that was pretty homophobic. Then.........they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they had a gay child. I had a friend that knew how I felt about his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remarks. Then, his child married someone of a different race. I had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that used to be pretty judgmental about child-rearing. Then, I shared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about raising each child on what you, the parent, feels is the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;course for THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;particular child. Every child is different. Every parent has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;different ideas of what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is right and wrong. We might make completely opposite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decisions about a child-r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;earing decision, but we both can be right. What might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be acceptable for one child,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;might be too much responsibility or freedom for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another. I'm so proud of both of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my kids. With the grace and help of God, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had a really easy road as a Mom. That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the gift I need for Mother's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm truly blessed.&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 just keep going back to Matthew 7. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Judge not, that you be not judged."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(verse 1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially Matthew 7:3 ..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3"Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the log&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;that is in your own eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking...................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="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/4751107192613394668-6991349419361590461?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/6991349419361590461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/6991349419361590461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/6991349419361590461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking.........'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-2056728694497506050</id><published>2009-04-30T19:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:41:22.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocritical....</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is Ms. California the biggest hypocrite yet?  She&lt;br /&gt;should fit in great with the Rush Limbaugh, Newt Gingrich,&lt;br /&gt;Ted Haggard, Jerry Falwell model and the rest of the conservatives.   Just last week  I saw a posting on facebook that disturbed me a little.  I like the guy that posted it, but didn't agree with it one iota.   Just a few lines down, another statement caught my eye about Miss California "having a jewel in her crown" for speaking her convictions.  Like the person that posted that too, but fervently disagreed.      And then today...............  no surprise.............while Miss California is refusing to take calls from the pageant director, committee, or anyone else affiliated with the Miss California contest; she is out promoting her OWN agenda cloaked under the disguise of her family morals.  Give me a break!   Has she read any one of the FIVE scriptures that forbid her recent breast augmentation ("ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh"  or "know ye that your body is a temple of God")?  She accepted a $3,000 spa  treatment, $30,000 designer gown, ASKED the committee to pay for her breast job and yet she is out promoting HERSELF under the guise of her MORAL beliefs.  Sounds about right for a conservative to me.     I could literally give thousands of examples.  Instead.....scroll down.  Read my blogs on March 3 (Political Serendipity) and March 2nd (Nobody asked me).  If you're a conservative, I'm sorry, but this is why liberals get upset with all your posturing.  We read columns about virtues and conservatives, all the while they are searching in the streets and on the web for porn, sex, and everything else.  I don't try to push my beliefs on anyone, but I get sick to death of hearing and reading from the republicans about theirs!  I didn't post this on facebook....you came to MY blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-2056728694497506050?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/2056728694497506050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/hypocritical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2056728694497506050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2056728694497506050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/hypocritical.html' title='Hypocritical....'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-1539548068228695506</id><published>2009-04-23T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:02:55.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Bitterness Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I once read somewhere that you could tell a bitter person by their face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;They are angry and/or unhappy and it shows.  How many times do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;see someone in traffic or on the street and they have a pinched or sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;expression?  And whey they talk, their speech is usually rather biting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Bitterness can ruin our lives, but more importantly, it can ruin the lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;of those around us. In Genesis 33 we read about Esau and his right to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;angry with his brother.  However, with God's help, he was able to let the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;bitterness go rather than let it consume him.  Think about Job's plight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;and yet he remained faithful to God.  I always liked the verse in Job,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Chapter 5 that said "happy is the man whom God correcteth."  And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Helen Keller was able to say, "I thank God for my handicaps.  For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;through them, I have found myself, my work, and my God."  I've often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;said that some of the hardships I suffered as a child made me who I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;am and I wouldn't change a thing.  It's what we are able to overcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;that makes us the parent we want to be, the wife or husband we want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;be, or the person we want to be.  A life without suffering would keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;us from developing the skills we need to overcome and prosper as a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I can remember when I first started working in downtown Marion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;It seemed everywhere I went, someone stopped me on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;street and said something about my smile.  I never went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Methodist church that they all didn't say something about my smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;What they didn't realize was that it was those very people that gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;me that smile.  Sometimes it our struggles that cause us to develop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;into who we want to be.   Isn't that a great concept?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I got an e-mail yesterday that remarked about a picture they saw of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;me and my smile.  It took me back to those memories of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;that made me smile almost 35 years ago.  It reminded me of all my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;struggles before and since.  It made me question why I let others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;opinions rob me of my smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Yesterday I read something on Facebook that surprised me a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;It was a posting by someone I think is a terrific person,parent, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;friend.  It took me aback a little.  It reminded me of an editorial I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;read almost 5 years ago.  I can remember being so shocked.  The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;writer was listing all the reasons we should vote for George Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;for a second term.  I was so stunned.   In hindsight, I know why I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;reacted like that.  I was thinking about the former publisher and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;our talks and thinking how different this view was from his and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;his family's long history in the publishing business.  I found it hard to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;comprehend how a husband and father could be supportive of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;president with such flaws and serious mistakes in his first four years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I just couldn't understand how he could want this person to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;our leader and write history for his children's future.  I happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;to run into the writer's wife and said something about how much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;the editorial surprised me and she said, "why?"  I was shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Since then, I have realized that I am often shocked by other's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;opinions and why.  I try to analyze or figure out how and why they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;could come to that conclusion and I take it personally.  Needless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;to say, that's not a good way to live your life.  I'm making a conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;effort to change.  And in fairness, I know I'm influenced and molded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;by my past and how it colored my viewpoint, just as they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Truthfully, God can help us get past, get through, or get OVER anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;He can mend our hearts and help us experience healing.  The Methodist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;church provided me with the love I needed as a child, the answers I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;needed in order to overcome, and the people that stood for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;answers on how to live an abundant life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I had reason to remember a wonderful memory about R. C. and Louise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Hamilton this week.  I have shared this memory with them on several&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;occasions.  Several of my friends from the Methodist church know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;story, but it seemed so relevant this week.  When I was about seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;years old, a neighbor had picked me up and taken me to the Methodist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;church for Sunday school and church.  As I was leaving, my mom said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;she would be parked outside to pick me up after the services.  When I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;opened the car door and got in, my mom was crying.  I asked her what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;was wrong and she said nothing.  She turned to me and said I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;watching R. C. and Louise Hamilton come out the side door and thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;about their lives as parents and people.  She said if I wanted to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;a successful life and be able to weather the storms of life, I should do like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;them and stay involved and active in church.  I've never forgotten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;that.  I can still see Louise's face the first time I told her this story and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;R. C. and I discussed it when I was 20, 30 and even 3 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;They had a storm this week, but they had the strength and anchor to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;weather it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-1539548068228695506?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/1539548068228695506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/leave-bitterness-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1539548068228695506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1539548068228695506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/leave-bitterness-behind.html' title='Leave Bitterness Behind'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-5465448337021031029</id><published>2009-04-19T18:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:12:50.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a new family member - BB (Big Boy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/Seuu8V4cCZI/AAAAAAAAADI/HXgfQ_BWiks/s1600-h/STA71026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326543335984990610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/Seuu8V4cCZI/AAAAAAAAADI/HXgfQ_BWiks/s200/STA71026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/Seuu8NmgLNI/AAAAAAAAADA/AD63XZZ7J3g/s1600-h/BB+-+my+favorite+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326543333762280658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/Seuu8NmgLNI/AAAAAAAAADA/AD63XZZ7J3g/s200/BB+-+my+favorite+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;We have a new Frenchie !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;He is so adorable and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-5465448337021031029?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/5465448337021031029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-have-new-family-member-bb-big-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/5465448337021031029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/5465448337021031029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-have-new-family-member-bb-big-boy.html' title='We have a new family member - BB (Big Boy)'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/Seuu8V4cCZI/AAAAAAAAADI/HXgfQ_BWiks/s72-c/STA71026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-3524928862735384835</id><published>2009-04-16T13:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:41:24.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To No Longer Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I will remember their sin no more&lt;/em&gt;. (Jeremiah 31:34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;removed our sins from us. (&lt;/em&gt;Psalms 103:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To no longer remember......sometimes that's a trait that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;we lament having, once we hit 50. I always had such a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;good memory and it's very frustrating to not be able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;remember something. However, I've been considering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;just the opposite the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I can remember when my firstborn scribbled on the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;with a crayon. I scrubbed and scrubbed, but it wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;long until he was doing it again. I can still remember it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;and trying to reason with him. I guess that memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;stayed in the back of my mind. Just last summer, we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;all had so much fun on the beach and the kids built &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;sand castles and left their hand prints. The tide soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;smoothed it all away, but the memory of those times still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I use that analogy to explain what I'm feeling about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;loss of my beloved pet. I think I figured out why the loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;is so hard on us. With a mother, father, sister, brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;wife, husband, son, or daughter; we can love them more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;than life, but we are all still human. We make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We hurt feelings. We say or do something wrong. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;while we might forgive, it is hard to forget and those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;memories stay in the recesses of our minds. With a dog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;there aren't any of those memories. Just pure, unconditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;love and devotion. My dog followed me EVERY step I took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;If I got up at 3am, he was right beside me. If I was cooking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;he was at my feet right by the hot stove. If I was sick, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;was right by me on the recliner and would occasionally turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;around and kiss me. I don't have anything but good memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I never dreamed that you could mourn like this for a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My heart actually feels like it's broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be like God? He not only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;forgives us, but develops amnesia about our sins. Amazingly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;He who numbers the hairs on our heads, forgets our sin forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wish I could forget wrongs committed BY me and to me. That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;would be a welcome ability and save us all so much hurt and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;wasted energy. Something to think about..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;In the April 20th edition of TIME, I read the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"With his credo that government was the problem, not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the answer, Ronald Reagan wrote the script for the collapse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we're facing." It goes on to say that MANY readers blamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the financial crisis on rising deregulation and Reagan. This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;was a theory I had longed argued with my brother. Nice to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;see I'm not alone. Of course, Bush expounded on it and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bankrupted the country with his rush to a foolish war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally...... Sam Flanary. Loved his letter to the editor in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;our little weekly paper. So well written and expressing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;exact thoughts and feelings that I've been hearing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;town for months and months. BRAVO, Sam. Yours was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;welcome voice. God Bless You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-3524928862735384835?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/3524928862735384835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-no-longer-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/3524928862735384835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/3524928862735384835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-no-longer-remember.html' title='To No Longer Remember...'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-8220036116384608825</id><published>2009-04-11T19:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:49:10.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping out in faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jesus saw two boats there at the shore of the lake; the fishermen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone out of them and were washing their nets. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Luke 5:2 -NRSV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I believe that Simon Peter was a skilled fisherman. But that day he and his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;partners were unsuccessful; they had toiled all night and caught nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;They left their boats and were washing their nets, ready to go home as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;failures. Then, Jesus got into a boat that belonged to Simon. Jesus asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;him to put out a little way from the land and began to preach to the crowds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;from the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Jesus knew that Simon's efforts to catch fish the previous night had been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;unsuccessful. When Jesus had finished speaking, he asked Simon to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;farther out into deeper water and cast the net. Simon did not know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;a great catch of fish was in store for him and his partners. Soon their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;boats were completely filled with fish! Both times!! &lt;strong&gt;Peter obeyed Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Wednesday night and Thursday morning were some of the most difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;hours of my life. I can honestly say that only the prayers, calls, e-mails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and sweet encouraging words of my friends got me through all of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;pain. On Thursday morning, just a very few minutes before I lost Harley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;a friend felt compelled to send me a long detailed e-mail about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;family and son and their experience with losing a much loved pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;She didn't have to listen to that still small voice that was telling her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;to share all this; she didn't have to take her valuable time in writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;in such detail about their situation; she didn't have to show such care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and compassion.....but she did. We have known each other for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and years. She has always been so kind and she even worked with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;my son at one time. However, because of facebook, we have become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;close friends and she has been a wonderful, supportive force in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;life. I feel like she stepped out a little like Jesus told Peter to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;She cast her net out a little further and I can't adequately express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;how much she has enriched my daily life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;How many times does God call us to step out a little further? How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;many times do we misjudge or assume someone to be one way or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;another in error. I believe that all of us carry scars and perhaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;traits from our past that need to be looked over in order to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;the real us inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;We need to step out a little more and cast our nets a little deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;God Bless you during this Easter season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Read Luke 5: 1-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-8220036116384608825?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/8220036116384608825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/stepping-out-in-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8220036116384608825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8220036116384608825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/stepping-out-in-faith.html' title='Stepping out in faith'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-8442271780617940221</id><published>2009-04-10T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:51:20.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Harley........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Wish Someone Had Given Little Jesus A Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone had given little Jesus a dog&lt;br /&gt;as loyal and loving as mine;&lt;br /&gt;to sleep by his manger and gaze in his eyes;&lt;br /&gt;and adore him for being Divine.&lt;br /&gt;As our Lord grew to manhood, his own special dog&lt;br /&gt;would have followed him all through the day;&lt;br /&gt;while he preached to the crowds, and made the sick well;&lt;br /&gt;and knelt in the garden to pray.&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to remember that Christ went away;&lt;br /&gt;to face death alone and apart;&lt;br /&gt;with no tender dog following close behind;&lt;br /&gt;to comfort his Master’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,&lt;br /&gt;how happy he would have been;&lt;br /&gt;as his dog kissed his hand and barked its delight&lt;br /&gt;for the one who died for all men!&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent him mine;&lt;br /&gt;that old Frenchie so dear to me,&lt;br /&gt;and I smile through my tears; on this first day alone,&lt;br /&gt;knowing they’re in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to the dear friend who shared this with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-8442271780617940221?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/8442271780617940221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-memory-of-harley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8442271780617940221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8442271780617940221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-memory-of-harley.html' title='In Memory of Harley........'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-8029554827444116941</id><published>2009-04-06T01:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:44:05.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI: A Monday Review</title><content type='html'>If you want to smile, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMppUgSQNPU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMppUgSQNPU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be inspired, watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYFjikyp7mQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYFjikyp7mQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is Well With My Soul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this line........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It is in the quiet crucible of your personal, private sufferings, that your noblest dreams&lt;br /&gt;are born and God's greatest gifts are given..in compensation for what you've been through.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and if you like that, also check out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYFjikyp7mQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYFjikyp7mQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amazing Grace w/history)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WafA-0hXor0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WafA-0hXor0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You Will Never Walk Alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also read an article in the April 13th, 2009 edition of TIME that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found very compelling. Somehow, it wasn't surprising to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that the most aggressive and grievous acts took place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in Texas. One out of every TEN soldiers that are recruited come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the state of Texas and an ugly investigation into why so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;many recruiters had committed suicide produced this disturbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;practice. It wasn't until the Houston Chronicle provoked Republican &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Senator John Cornyn of Texas to provide answers, that the suicides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were brought to light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please read this article:&lt;/span&gt; (The Dark Side of Recruiting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1889152-1,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1889152-1,00.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for all those that missed my blog about Man's Best Friend,&lt;br /&gt;here is the link to Jimmy Stewart on Johnny Carson&lt;br /&gt;reading a Dog Named Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUNJjIwlHk8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUNJjIwlHk8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, for my friend Debbie and in remembrance of&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Robert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwQD-rCJMYw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwQD-rCJMYw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Green Pastures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-8029554827444116941?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/8029554827444116941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/fyi-hodge-podge-for-your-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8029554827444116941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8029554827444116941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/fyi-hodge-podge-for-your-review.html' title='FYI: A Monday Review'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-2586976234229778915</id><published>2009-04-03T23:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:00:27.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the wrong side.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;How many times have you felt like praying for vindication? How many times have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;been hurt or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;wounded by careless words or deeds? How many times have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;you sent a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;message of true concern &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and never gotten a reply? How many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;have your words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;been twisted and been blamed for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;something that was not your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;fault? And the real deal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;breaker.....how many times did someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;hurt your child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;with an unconscionable deed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;All of us can relate to these questions. The real test is how you react to these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;remember two of the most hurtful things that were ever said to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;me. It's not what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;you would think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;It was something that I had to pray and pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;to forgive because they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;were from someone I loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;However, even though I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;forgave them, I will never forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;it and it still hurts me to think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that to say this.......... It is never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;advantageous to try and get revenge; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;repay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;a wrong with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;a wrong. It only heaps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;more despair and darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;on your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I remember my grandmother telling me when I was only 10 years old to never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;try and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;get revenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;She said it was God's place to handle the wrongs in our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;lives. She said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"The Lord is a Great Collector"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;..........(long pause) and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;she would always say....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"sometimes he's mighty slow." We would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;laugh and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;let the truth in the statement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;register with us. I never forgot that. I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;saying I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;sense enough to always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;follow it. But the times I did, the person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that had wronged me was taught &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;a lesson far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;better than any I could have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;even dreamed of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;God has a way of handling our mistakes. When we are in our 20's and 30's, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;we think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;is black and white and that we know it all. It's only with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;a little age and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;LOT of lessons that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;learn there are areas for improvement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I like to cross stitch. I can remember someone picking up a stocking I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;cross-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;stitching and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;telling me it was a mess and whatever was it going to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I turned it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;side out and they saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;the beautiful image. They were seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;it from the wrong side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;That's what we do with our trials &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;sometimes. Turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;them over and look at the right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;side-God's side. There's always a lesson and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;a design that God is working out for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;life. Sometimes we forget to look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;at things from HIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I was asked one time......don't you think we know this person better and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;what they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;need and want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, God answered that for us. I knew the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;answer, but sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;God has to hit someone on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;the head for them to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;learn a lesson. I ended up knowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;this person's every care and thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I knew at the time what she had told me was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;bothering her, but others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;thought they had all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;answers. God ended up handling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;it all. It not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;only was a lesson but the greatest blessing to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;a part of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;In Esther, Chapter 8, we read about Esther begging for the King's favor in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;over-turning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;a law against her people. We read that the King was forceful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;in saying that NO decree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;will be changed and none had ever been reversed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And then................ the former&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;letters were reversed and there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"light, gladness, and joy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes, we have to learn to reverse our former beliefs or thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;We don't become&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;a scholar of his word over night. It takes much study, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;prayer, and asking for conviction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and leadership in what he wants us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;to believe. I would hope that we all decide for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;ourselves what God is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;leading us to believe. Not a Sunday School teacher, or husband,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;minister, or parent can tell us what God wants us to believe. Only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;GOD can lead us in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that direction and for that I'm thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;When I was a child, I attended a service at the Marion Methodist Church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and the pastor's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;message contained the scripture from Psalms 30:5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tears may linger at nightfall, but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JOY cometh in the morning." &lt;/em&gt;I claimed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;those words and found them to always be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;truth. God always brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;us through trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I think Corinthians 13 is one of the most recognizable passages, but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;wonder how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;often we dwell on the words. All the gifts in the world and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;work we perform is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;worthless without love and charity. To really read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;what God expects of us is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;daunting. You can sing all the songs and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;praises, teach all the Sunday School&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;classes, preach all the sermons, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;direct and lead the children, feed the poor, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;yet......without love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and charity, it is nothing - worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Perhaps we should start with common courtesies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I wronged you... I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I received your kind words.......thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He laid down His life for us. We should also lay down our lives for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our brothers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;1 John 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And, I think that means ALL our brothers......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;God Bless and keep encouraging me about my sweet Harley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;And.... Look at the right side...... God's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-2586976234229778915?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/2586976234229778915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-at-wrong-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2586976234229778915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2586976234229778915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-at-wrong-side.html' title='Looking at the wrong side.....'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-6672967138906141501</id><published>2009-03-24T12:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:19:48.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your legacy????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone whom you forgive, I also forgive.... 2 Corinthians 2:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The last week has been extremely hard on us in the Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;household. Our devoted pet has been extremely ill. During &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;this time, I have been reminded of just how important WHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;your friends are. I have been consoled and lifted up by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;many calls, e-mails, and conversations I have had with old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;and new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;During this time, I talked with one of my old professors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;from college. He wanted to know if the "commies" were coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;and had they arrived. It took me a minute to figure out what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;he meant. Then, he reminded me of the "religious" column in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;the local paper. He was encouraging me to write the paper and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;restore some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;semblance&lt;/span&gt; of intelligence to the points she had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;made. I also heard from some out-of-town friends. Somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;it didn't seem all that important to me, given what I was dealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;with. I used to make it just fine by completely ignoring her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;column and pretending her voice of hate didn't exist. Then, some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;of my friends and relatives were hurt by assertions she made in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;the name of God. That got me to thinking.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And then, I got the sweetest e-mail from a friend I graduated with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;She told me how very much she had enjoyed my blog and knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;her Dad would have, too. Her dad was a very visible and loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;preacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;in this county for over 50 years. You couldn't go to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;revival or a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;funeral that Bro. Robert wasn't there. I got to thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;about all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;the sermons of love and acceptance that he preached and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;close my eyes and see he and Ruby singing "Green Pastures." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;talked to my brother-in-law about the song and was trying to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;remember all the lyrics. My brother-in-law is another one that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;has had such an impact on different members of our family. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;made the decision to follow God and never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waivered&lt;/span&gt;. I have watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;him for over 30 years be a good and faithful servant. We have often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;talked about what a witness he was through the years and he didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;have to say a word. I never heard him judge or admonish a soul and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;like the rest of us, he had reasons to. Yet, he quietly loved and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;accepted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;everyone and just tried to show them in a non-judgmental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;way how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;to follow Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm sure I wasn't the first choice for a wife for my mother-in-law's son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I was divorced with a child and 5 years older. Yet, through the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;she became the dearest friend I had. She spent the last 3 years of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;life going into detail about all the things she loved about me and how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;much she needed me. She did that because she knew I needed love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I talked with her sister this week and she began to tell me all the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deanie&lt;/span&gt; bragged on me and said she didn't know what she would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;have done without me. But, the truth is, it is me that got the blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have memories of every doctor visit, every late night call when she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;needed me, every special meal I prepared for her, and all the games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;of cards she so loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;My brother-in-law captured the very essence of my mother-in-law &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;when he conducted her funeral. He touched all of us exactly in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;manner that comforted us and reminded us of her legacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;She was a wonderful friend.......therefore, she had wonderful friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;She was a wonderful mother....therefore, she raised wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;that grew up to be wonderful parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;She was just special..... a woman with a legacy hard to match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-6672967138906141501?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/6672967138906141501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-your-legacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/6672967138906141501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/6672967138906141501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-your-legacy.html' title='What is your legacy????'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-521641839338416109</id><published>2009-03-18T17:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:08:15.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>As all my family and friends know, I have a French Bulldog that has &lt;br /&gt;become a very important member of our family.  Growing up, I never &lt;br /&gt;understood my mom's attachment to her dogs.  I always said that I &lt;br /&gt;would never have a dog in the house.  And then along came Harley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call from a friend and she told me about a breeder &lt;br /&gt;that wanted a good home for a 7 month old Frenchie.  He was a little &lt;br /&gt;too big to show and they wanted a good home with a boy that would &lt;br /&gt;run and play with him.  Much to the surprise of my friend, I said &lt;br /&gt;sure - I wanted Harley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few days it was evident that Harley was a one person dog.  &lt;br /&gt;After we studied the information we could find on this breed, we &lt;br /&gt;found that this was a common thing for a Frenchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 11 years Harley has followed my every move.  If I'm &lt;br /&gt;in the shower, you can bet that he is resting on the rug right &lt;br /&gt;outside the shower. If I leave the house, he curls up right next &lt;br /&gt;to the back door and cries (in a loud howl) until I return.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley is very ill.  I couldn't be more upset. Eleven years is a &lt;br /&gt;long time for this breed, but I can't imagine my life or this house &lt;br /&gt;without Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to think about the moving tribute that Jimmy Stewart &lt;br /&gt;gave his dog on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson many years &lt;br /&gt;ago.  I never forgot that show and how moving Jimmy Stewart was &lt;br /&gt;in reading his tribute.  I searched the web for a written copy &lt;br /&gt;and found the video on YouTube.  If you're a dog lover, please &lt;br /&gt;check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUNJjIwlHk8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube - Johnny Carson - Jimmy Stewart - Beau Poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-521641839338416109?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/521641839338416109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/mans-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/521641839338416109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/521641839338416109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-1121913275940228984</id><published>2009-03-13T11:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:41:08.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, Chase</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received a phone call from someone I hadn't heard from in several years, Coach Bill Chumbler. I always liked to watch a team that was coached by Chumbler. He has the great honor of taking teams from Illinois and Kentucky all the way to the state championship. His record speaks for his great knowledge and love of the game. He was always especially complimentary of Jordan when he was playing high school ball and that always endears a parent to a coach. Yesterday we spent a little time catching up. He and his wife live in Florida during the winters and he helps out at a preparatory school down there. In fact, one of the players he has been helping to coach was on the front page of Cats Pause recently. He mentioned that Coach Chumbler wanted him to consider U.K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what I was most proud to discuss with Coach Chumbler was the great honor that his grandson had recently received. Chase Palisch, a senior at Centre College had recently been recognized for being a 2009 Rhodes Scholar. He was one of only 32 winners from among 769 applicants from 207 colleges and universities across the U.S. Palisch is Centre's eighth Rhodes Scholar. In the last 50 years, more than 70% of Rhodes Scholars from Kentucky schools have come from Centre. The value of the Rhodes Scholarship varies depending on the field of study. The total value averages about $50,000. per year. I have listed a link below if you want to read more about it. CONGRATULATIONS Chase and Coach Chumbler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.centre.edu/web/news/2008/rhodes08.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-1121913275940228984?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.centre.edu/web/news/2008/rhodes08.html' title='Congratulations, Chase'/><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://www.centre.edu/web/news/2008/rhodes08.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/1121913275940228984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/congratulations-chase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1121913275940228984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1121913275940228984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/congratulations-chase.html' title='Congratulations, Chase'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-1380024299827811689</id><published>2009-03-12T07:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:05:06.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look in the margins.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Do you ever stop and think about why you believe the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;you do? I watched a movie a couple of nights ago that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;had saved on TIVO. It made me think about a conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;I overheard years ago. I have thought about this matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;hundreds of times since then. I listened to a mom explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;why she and her husband were encouraging her daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;to quit a job. The daughter had only graduated a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;months earlier and had moved to a metropolitan area and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;secured the exact type of job she had worked and prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;for throughout college. I won't go into the other details, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;I remember my husband saying when we left that he wondered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;if they thought heaven was going to be segregated. The parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;had a real problem because the person their daughter was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;working for was gay. I can still see the mom putting her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;to her mouth and whispering "homosexual." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;The movie I watched was moving and thought-provoking. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;priest in it was explaining to a mom why she needed to examine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;read, study, and develop her OWN thoughts about what she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;believed and why. She was brought up in a staunch catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;home and was taught that her children were doomed to hell unless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;they believed as she did. I'm simplifying it somewhat, but this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;gives you the general idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;The movie was based on a true story. The book that it was based&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;on was a best seller. However, the story has been played out over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;and over in thousands of homes. Parents tell child that they have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;to believe as they do or be ostracized from the family. The mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;kicked her son out and he eventually committed suicide. She went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;on to study and research and decide that she had been wrong in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;what she was led to believe and very wrong for not studying God's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;word on her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;I remember one particular day when teaching Sunday school class to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;school class. A young man attended that had never been to our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;church before. He was 14 or 15 years old and I wasn't 5 or 6 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;older than him. I had studied and studied my lesson and thought I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;was overly prepared. Then, this new student told why they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;visiting our church that day and asked me a question that I hadn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;studied for. He and his parents had gone to the same church for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;as long as he could remember. The Sunday before the minister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;preached about a scripture and said that anyone in the congregation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;that was divorced was going to hell. He asked me what I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;I've never forgotten that day. I took a breath and opened the Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;to the 10 commandments and started praying under my breath. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;asked God to give me the right answer and to lead me to direct this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;child with the right knowledge. I'll never forgot that day. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;scriptures and words came to me in a way that would be hard to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;ever duplicate. In essence, I told him that everyone sinned and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;I couldn't see why this sin would be harder to forgive than any other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;None of us could "work" our way into heaven - we all fell short and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;had to be forgiven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;I opened my Bible the other night when watching this movie. I started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;thumbing through some of the scriptures that were mentioned in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;movie. I listened as the priest explained that some scriptures that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;were taken literally were written in a time when words didn't mean the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;same thing. And, he quoted scripture where there was instruction to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;bring a woman who had committed adultery to be stoned to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;On and on......... Why is it that we take some scriptures so literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;and others we seem to ignore? Why is there only the one scripture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;that preachers quote when preaching on sexual orientation and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;thousands with instruction to NOT JUDGE and love one another? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;I don't pretend to want or need anyone to believe like I do. But, I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;sometimes think back to times in my life when I felt like God was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;leading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;me to change my mind about something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;As I thumbed through my Bible the other night, my eyes kept falling to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;the margins. I have made a habit the last 35+ years of writing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;name of the sermon, person who preached it, date, and other info in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;the margins next to the scripture used in the sermon. My eyes fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;to Romans 14 and a sermon I heard about differences of opinions. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;seems to me that the scripture is pretty plain about our personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;responsibility in showing grace and forbidding judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;I spent hours thinking about different questions I had through the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;and how an open mind with God's word and sincere prayerful requests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;for conviction led me to the beliefs I hold dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;When in doubt.........look to the margins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-1380024299827811689?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/1380024299827811689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-in-margins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1380024299827811689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1380024299827811689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-in-margins.html' title='Look in the margins.........'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-18572965103699905</id><published>2009-03-10T02:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T02:09:55.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter to the Republicans</title><content type='html'>Life-long republican and New York Times best-selling author&lt;br /&gt;explains why the republicans are all wrong.  And he should&lt;br /&gt;know........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/frank-schaeffer/open-letter-to-the-republ_b_172822.html"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/frank-schaeffer/open-letter-to-the-republ_b_172822.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-18572965103699905?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.huffingtonpost.com/frank-schaeffer/open-letter-to-the-republ_b_172822.html' title='Open Letter to the Republicans'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/18572965103699905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-letter-to-republicans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/18572965103699905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/18572965103699905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-letter-to-republicans.html' title='Open Letter to the Republicans'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-1035118844661291000</id><published>2009-03-06T17:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:28:53.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temperance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;I always look forward to reading a column in our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;little weekly newspaper entitled, "What would Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;say." I enjoy it for a number of reasons, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;primarily I think it's because I have such fond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;memories of the columnist's father. He would stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;in our insurance office every single day, either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;on his way to the bank or on his way back. I always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;enjoyed his stories about life and his family. Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;later, when his wife started writing a column, I kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;thinking.....where has she been all these years? Nancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;had a real gift with the written word. I had gone to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;church with them for years, but I saw a side of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;that column that I didn't know existed. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;could make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;you laugh and cry in the same column - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;she certainly had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;a gift. The last two weeks, facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;has been mentioned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;in the column. I couldn't help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;but be amused. I understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;exactly what Allison was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;writing about. My son's girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;signed me up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;look at some pictures and I kept protesting;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;thought I was too old. I probably am, but I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;really enjoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;keeping in touch with people I hadn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;heard from in years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;That leads me to my thoughts about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;temperance today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Last night I was looking at pictures of the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;baby I have ever seen in my life. He is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;the new grandchild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;of someone who had just added &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;me as a "friend" on facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;yesterday. As I looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;at the pictures of this darling baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;it dawned on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;me how I needed some restraint and temperance in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;my political rants. The grandfather of this baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;is one of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;the nicest people in the world. He also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;is probably the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;dedicated Republican in Crittenden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;County. I remember telling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;him one time when I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;in his office and looking at pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;on his walls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;that he was a democrat at heart. He laughed and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;told me someone else in town said that exact same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;thing to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;I also attended a memorial service today. I sat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;next to one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;my sister-in-laws. She is such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;sweet person. I love her more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;than I could begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;to convey. I looked around the room and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;about how lucky and blessed I was to have married into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;this family. They have enriched my life so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;And guess what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;some of them are Republicans!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;That's when I had to do some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;soul-searching. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;easy for me to be judgmental and questioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;when it's a Rush Limbaugh type character. However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;when it's my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;school teacher friend or daughter of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;friend or family member;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;I don't see them as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;republicans or democrats. I need to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;I might not understand our philosophical differences or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;beliefs, but I certainly see them for all their beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;characteristics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;and deeds. Isn't this country great? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;We are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;free to believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;as we choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Now, if I only had the gift of writing a profound or funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;column&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;like Nancy.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-1035118844661291000?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/1035118844661291000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/temperance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1035118844661291000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1035118844661291000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/temperance.html' title='Temperance'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-6027407405238118435</id><published>2009-03-03T23:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:57:13.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We can learn a lot from a nine year old............</title><content type='html'>(Reprinted from The American School Board Journal)&lt;br /&gt;(The Leading Source... The ASB Journal's daily blog)&lt;br /&gt;January 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leadingsource.asbj.com/2009/01/inauguration-provides-teachable-moment-for-young-and-old-alike/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Inauguration provides teachable moment for young and old alike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mother finally got her party last night.&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, since the Bush administration came into office, she’s dealt with countless cases of berating and bullying from neighbors and friends, some of which was alcohol-induced, who live in a Tennessee retirement/resort community. Even the president of the local GOP nicknamed her “special ed.” (obviously he hasn’t studied his party’s positions on federal special education funding).&lt;br /&gt;I often thought of these people when I was writing�”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asbj.com/MainMenuCategory/Archive/2009/January/0109pdfs/A-Valued-Democracy.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Importance of Civics Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,” which appeared in ASBJ’s January issue. While I was writing (around the time of the election) we got an email from a counselor in Louisiana who reported that some of her African-American students were being bullied by McCain supporters, unfortunate incidents that probably went underreported. I also spoke with the group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tolerance.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teaching Tolerance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, part of the Southern Poverty Law Center in Montgomery, Ala., which had anticipated some backlash and prepared a kit of classroom exercises to help ease the tensions, available on their website.&lt;br /&gt;“One of the things teachers can do is recognize that this is not just a matter of policies, it’s really about young people and their emotional investment and their identity,” Senior Editor Tim Lockette says. “It’s a time to address issues of identity and get young people to think about, what is my role?’”&lt;br /&gt;Last night, some of the few and proud Obama supporters in my mom’s neighborhood threw an extravagant party to celebrate not only Obama’s symbolism and the inauguration, but also the departure of an administration that appeared to dismiss non-conforming ideals and underhandedly encouraged bullying.������&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it wasn’t just celebrating with like-minded friends that my mom excitedly told me about this morning, it was a 9-year-old boy, Jackson, the son of one of her friends.Jackson attends a private Christian school and he and his classmates were very interested in the election. But Jackson was the only one supporting Obama.&lt;br /&gt;“His classmates teased and made fun of him, even pushed and shoved him around, but he stood his ground,” my mom says. The teacher had to step in, and also told the class that she, too, was an Obama supporter.�&lt;br /&gt;�”We were so impressed with this little guy standing up for his convictions!” my mom says. At the party last night, “we gave him a big round of applause and everyone took his picture.”&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of political views, an inauguration provides a rich opportunity to not only teach students about the political process, but also the acts of tolerance for other views and civil discourse. One of the themes that I heard repeatedly in the news coverage of the events was how peaceful the day had been overall, and how former President Bush had graciously worked with the incoming Obama administration to facilitate the transition even though they clearly repudiated some of his ideals.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully some of those civics lessons reached Jackson’s classroom and others across the country-after all, politics is cyclical and there will be a day when a candidate that repudiates Obama’s vision is elected. Those lessons are probably too late for the 60- and 70-somethings in my mom’s neighborhood. But yesterday was, regardless of your political affiliation, a time to celebrate a historic moment and appreciate the opportunities this country provides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Associate Editor, Joetta Sack-Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Jackson Hughes is my nine year old nephew and a very special young man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rene'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-6027407405238118435?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/6027407405238118435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-can-learn-lot-from-nine-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/6027407405238118435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/6027407405238118435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-can-learn-lot-from-nine-year-old.html' title='We can learn a lot from a nine year old............'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-7595658850115089562</id><published>2009-03-03T06:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:37:33.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The serendipitous result of being raised by a republican father and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;democratic mother led me to research and discover just what I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;believed on my own.&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;Today's  headlines are all about reinforcing my core beliefs. These &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are strictly my beliefs, but I couldn't help but derive some perverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pleasure in reading about things that should be evident to all.&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;"&lt;em&gt;Porn in the USA: Conservatives Are Biggest Consumers" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/article/cia-interrogation-tapes-destroyed/364618" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CIA Destroyed 92 Interrogation Tapes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Conservative talk show host &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/political-machine/2009/03/02/rush-fires-back-at-michael-steele-i-hope-the-rnc-chairman-will/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rush Limbaugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; gets into a war of words with the head of the RNC"&lt;/em&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;How many of us know staunch church-going conservatives who seem to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"behind closed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doors" vices that are completely contradictory to what they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;present to the outside world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me quote something from the ABC and CNN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;article today about porn and conservatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;However, there are some trends to be seen in the data. Those states that do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;consume the most porn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tend to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;be more conservative and religious than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;states with lower levels of consumption, the study finds.&lt;br /&gt;"Some of the people who are most outraged turn out to be&lt;br /&gt;consumers of the very things they claimed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;be outraged by," Edelman says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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 could write volumes and run out of room if I bring up Newt Gingrinch and his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zealot attack of Bill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clinton, all the while carrying on an extramarital affair that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;included a "kept" mistress in a condo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What about William Bennett and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gambling scandal, all the while peddling a book on virtues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need we be reminded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of the airport bathroom stall scandal or Rush Limbaugh's voracious appetite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pills, pills, and more pills?    The conservatives backed John McCain, a man who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;carried on an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;affair with a woman 25+ years his junior and left the wife and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;children who patiently waited on him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to return from his ordeal.  &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 just don't get the conservatives.  I don't get the editorials that are written &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every single day in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;national newspapers by men who are guilty of more than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what we have covered here, yet want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;us to support an agenda that even THEY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't conform to.&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 truly believe that there is a special place reserved for Rush Limbaugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and it's not in an upward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;direction).  Again, he is fighting within his own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;political party; the headlines today are all about his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fight with Steele.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wasn't he the one that wanted the country to be "patriotic and flag-waving" and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;support the president in a rush to war with Iraq.  Personally, I didn't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how anyone with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an IQ over 80 could have supported that war.  I wore a black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;band for 8 years (to the chagrin of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;several family members) that said "I DID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOT VOTE FOR BUSH"!  Now, today's headlines scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about illegal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;interrogations, falsifying of records and worse.  Rove and Cheney walk free, even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though they broke hundreds of laws and almost destroyed our country. &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 serendipity of listening to a republican, but seeing a different life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;played out, was perhaps a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blessing for me.  In this day and age and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with technology being what it is........republicans and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;democrats alike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should be looking over their shoulders and watching what they have on their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;computers.   Big Brother is watching............... perhaps you're not what you purport to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/4751107192613394668-7595658850115089562?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/7595658850115089562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/political-serendipity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/7595658850115089562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/7595658850115089562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/political-serendipity.html' title='Political Serendipity'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-1227384970597996322</id><published>2009-03-02T17:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:42:42.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody asked me, but..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Nobody asked me, but.... does anyone see the similarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;in the Jerry Falwell, Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Swaggart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Ted Haggard, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;our own Sister Lucy foaming-at-the-mouth fervor Evangelical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;types who claim to be so high and mighty with all the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;and yet have suffered such personal shortcomings in their own lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Nobody asked me, but.....do you see the hypocrisy in Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tedrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;ranting about Obama and the "left" with their programs for health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;care and free lunches for kids and yet she enjoys the EXACT same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;tax free ride with her "Christian" school and church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Nobody asked me, but.... do you sometimes wonder about the IQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;of some of these types who tell us how to interpret our Bibles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;who we should vote for, and how we should believe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Nobody asked me, but...who scares you more? The Ted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haggards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;the world who while leading a 14,000 member church and supporting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;the drive to put "Same-Sex Marriage Amendments" on several states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;ballots, was having sex with male prostitutes, buying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;improperly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;touching young male members of his OWN New Life church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;- or the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;clergymen who preach to love one another and to show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;compassion to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;one another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Nobody asked me, but...are you as sick as I am of reading hate in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;"religious" column of our weekly paper? Do we really need or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;want a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;fanatic zealot telling us how to believe? I alternate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;between feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;disgust and pity for the columnist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Finally, this blog post was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;precipitated&lt;/span&gt; by me reading an article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Ted Haggard today. It seems Mr. Haggard is making the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;rounds again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;and asking for forgiveness. Now, let's get this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;straight. Is this the same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Ted Haggard that spouted the evils &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;of allowing same sex marriages and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;yet was having dozens of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;those exact same sex relations? You remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;good old Ted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;He was responsible for having seven states put the Same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Sex Amendment on their ballots. (Including that forward-thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;adjoining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;state, Tennessee, who chose to elect the "awe-shucks" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;right-wing EXTREME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;conservative hillbilly, Bob Corker.) I hope all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;who supported the hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;legislation in Tennessee that Haggard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;promoted are proud. And that the fervor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;that brought you to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;polls brought you the brightest star in the Senate --&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Bob Corker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Who needs Harold Ford Jr., currently the head of the Democratic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Leadership Council, former contender for Speaker of the House, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;rising star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;on the National scene, and a sought-after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MSNBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;analyst for his savvy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;insights into National affairs. We're better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;off with the invisible, "awe-shucks" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;representation that Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;right-wing evangelicals deserve. I remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;seeing Harold Ford Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;on the cover of Time Magazine, touted as the next&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;truly smart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;up-and-coming politician. Next thing you know, the good old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;church-going Tennessee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hillbillies&lt;/span&gt; were sending in their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;contributions to Corker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;to run ads against Harold Ford Jr. that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;were called some of the most vile and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;politically repulsive ads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;ever to be broadcast during a political campaign and that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;saying a lot! Why vote for a highly intelligent Harold Ford Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;when you could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;have Bob Corker instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Nobody asked me, but.......no wonder our country is in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;shape it is in. We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;actually voted for and elected a bumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;idiot like George Bush and let him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;completely bankrupt our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-1227384970597996322?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/1227384970597996322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/nobody-asked-me-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1227384970597996322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1227384970597996322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/nobody-asked-me-but.html' title='Nobody asked me, but..........'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-2927707219236774982</id><published>2009-03-01T15:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:17:04.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A threat to the status quo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to see what change looks like? Real change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is. Last week, President Obama unveiled his budget—&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;his blueprint for America&lt;/span&gt;—and it's ambitious, amazing, and unapologetically progressive. As Paul Krugman said, it will set America on a "fundamentally new course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama called his budget &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"a threat to the status quo&lt;/span&gt;," and trust me, the status quo noticed. Oil companies, big banks and insurance companies are already mobilizing to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, most folks don't realize how far-reaching and progressive the plan is—that's where we all come in. Here are 10 really incredible things about Obama's plan. Check them out and then send them on to your friends and family so that millions of people will have the information they need to fight to make this vision a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 things you should know about Obama's plan (but probably don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;strong&gt;Makes a $634 billion down payment on fixing health&lt;/strong&gt; care that will go a long way toward paying for a more efficient, more affordable health care system that covers every single American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;strong&gt;Reduces taxes for 95% of working Americans&lt;/strong&gt;. And if your family makes less than $250,000, your taxes won't go up one dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt;Invests more than $100 billion in clean energy technology&lt;/strong&gt;, creating millions of green jobs that can never be outsourced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;strong&gt;Brings our troops home from Iraq on a firm timetable&lt;/strong&gt;, finally bringing the war to a close—and freeing up almost ten billion dollars a month for domestic priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;strong&gt;Reverses growing income inequality&lt;/strong&gt;. The plan lets the Bush tax cuts for the wealthiest Americans expire and focuses on strengthening the middle class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;strong&gt;Closes multi-billion-dollar tax loopholes for big oil companies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;strong&gt;Increases grants to help families pay for college&lt;/strong&gt;—the largest increase ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;strong&gt;Halves the deficit by 2013&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;President Obama inherited a legacy of huge deficits and an economy in shambles, but his plan brings the deficit under control as soon as the economy begins to recover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9)&lt;strong&gt;Dramatically increases funding for the SEC and the CFTC—the agencies that police Wall Street.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;strong&gt;Tells it straight&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For years, budgets have used accounting tricks to hide the real costs of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, the Bush tax cuts, and too many other programs. Obama's budget gets rid of the smokescreens and lays out what America's priorities are, what they cost, and how we're going to pay for them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the change we voted for. President Obama has done his part, now we need to do ours.&lt;/span&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/4751107192613394668-2927707219236774982?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/2927707219236774982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/want-to-see-what-change-looks-like-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2927707219236774982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2927707219236774982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/03/want-to-see-what-change-looks-like-real.html' title='A threat to the status quo'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-8128923079077690200</id><published>2009-02-27T16:04:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:54:07.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Political e-mails &amp; the price of ignorance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SahmmpUMezI/AAAAAAAAACw/L98dWyvXNSM/s1600-h/sunset+on+jeff%27s+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307604974967749426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SahmmpUMezI/AAAAAAAAACw/L98dWyvXNSM/s200/sunset+on+jeff%27s+deck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;"They who would give up an essential liberty for temporary security, deserve neither liberty or security" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Benjamin Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The above picture is one of my very favorites. I made it with my cell phone camera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sitting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the back deck of my brother's house. It was a perfect ending to a wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;day that included a special supper and playing with his three children. My brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is a special person. He is thoughtful and kind. We disagree on very few things, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;politically we are polar opposites. He sent me a political e-mail today. He knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;better, but he did it anyway. Both he and a brother-in-law that I love dearly, live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;under the mistaken assumption that they are going to "change" me, I think. I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a political e-mail last week that was a forward and incorrect. I went to snopes.com and there was the evidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;; it was an e-mail that had been proven to be an out and out lie, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;kept making the rounds thanks to the Republicans mouthpiece, Rush Limbaugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of the quotes in the e-mail from my brother today included the following: &lt;/span&gt;"To compel a man to furnish funds for the propagation of ideas he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical." Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I personally liked the quote and thought it was perfect in describing how I felt about the misuse of our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tax dollars for the Iraq war. Of course, the Republican spin was all about how evil the stimulus plan is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Listen, the Republican party has been in power the last eight years and THEY are to blame for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;financial mess we are now in the middle of. The "trickle down" theory didn't work, so Obama is in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the position of straightening out their mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I would like to include an additional Thomas Jefferson quote: &lt;/span&gt;"I have never been able to conceive how any rational being could propose happiness to himself from the exercise of power over others. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In regard to the Benjamin Franklin quote, I personally believe our country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lost a lot of our freedoms in the name of what Bush called national security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I could write volumes about the situation in Iraq and the world's view of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;United States during the Bush presidency. Instead, I will leave all of you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;interpret all three quotes as you see fit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-8128923079077690200?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/8128923079077690200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/political-e-mails-price-of-ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8128923079077690200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8128923079077690200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/political-e-mails-price-of-ignorance.html' title='Political e-mails &amp; the price of ignorance'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SahmmpUMezI/AAAAAAAAACw/L98dWyvXNSM/s72-c/sunset+on+jeff%27s+deck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-1039469332174186827</id><published>2009-02-26T00:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:48:10.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SaYyK2P1UNI/AAAAAAAAACg/OT36TKqpI0c/s1600-h/sunset+on+jeff%27s+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306984372844712146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SaYyK2P1UNI/AAAAAAAAACg/OT36TKqpI0c/s320/sunset+on+jeff%27s+deck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;When Earth's Last Picture is Painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;by: Rudyard Kipling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,&lt;br /&gt;We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it -- lie down for an aeon or two,&lt;br /&gt;Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.&lt;br /&gt;And those that were good shall be happy; they shall sit in a golden chair;&lt;br /&gt;They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair.&lt;br /&gt;They shall find real saints to draw from -- Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;&lt;br /&gt;They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!&lt;br /&gt;And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame;&lt;br /&gt;And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,&lt;br /&gt;But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,&lt;br /&gt;Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Tonight, I have been taking a journey down memory lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;A very dear friend lost his battle with cancer. Death is not the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;it is only a bridge to another place. I've been reflecting on some of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;beautiful memories I have shared with Bob and his extended family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;I looked at family photographs and that was what sparked my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;of this Rudyard Kipling poem. My best friends will recall my ability to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;recite this poem word for word and how I learned it, but that's another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Tuesday was a joyful day. I had visits from two different friends that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;I literally hadn't seen in years. I had a phone call from a high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;friend and we talked until 1am. However, I also received a phone call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;from my friend who is like a sister, telling me that Bob's time on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;was coming close to an end. I could hear the pain in her voice and I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;so helpless. As sad as that phone call was, I was also reminded of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;joy of connection. We all need one another.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So long, Bob. Thanks for adding to the fabric of our lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-1039469332174186827?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/1039469332174186827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1039469332174186827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/1039469332174186827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Journey Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SaYyK2P1UNI/AAAAAAAAACg/OT36TKqpI0c/s72-c/sunset+on+jeff%27s+deck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-3229572160550724666</id><published>2009-02-25T05:16:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:13:15.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I BELIEVE........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SaUo0UuJRQI/AAAAAAAAACY/a3Ck0EvVaoI/s1600-h/barack_obama%2520dem%2520convention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306692615306560770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SaUo0UuJRQI/AAAAAAAAACY/a3Ck0EvVaoI/s320/barack_obama%2520dem%2520convention.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The weight of this crisis will not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;determine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the destiny of this nation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight, the newscasters were all quick to say&lt;br /&gt;the nation was behind our president. It is going&lt;br /&gt;to take all of us (including Kentucky's McConnell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and Whitfield) to work diligently to rebuild and renew this great nation. Wouldn't it be nice to hear Mr. McConnell take responsibility for his part and support of the Bush doctrine and stance on spending over $600,000,000,000 on the Iraq war? And he thinks the stimulus bill needs to be closely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;monitored? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me a break. Where was he when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halliburton&lt;/span&gt; was playing a Bernie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Madoff&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;our tax dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our President outlined a "Blueprint for the Future" and I support him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would hope that our Republican friends would put aside their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;posturing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and mud-slinging and do what's best for this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it nice to hear our president address the country and speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intelligently&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;correctly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;pronounce words?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&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/4751107192613394668-3229572160550724666?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/3229572160550724666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/3229572160550724666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/3229572160550724666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-believe.html' title='I BELIEVE........'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SaUo0UuJRQI/AAAAAAAAACY/a3Ck0EvVaoI/s72-c/barack_obama%2520dem%2520convention.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-3988042327924072434</id><published>2009-02-22T23:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:38:53.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Samaritan &amp; the Oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I've always really enjoyed watching the Oscars. Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;music, funny jokes, beautiful dresses, and if we're lucky-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;memorable speeches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I was really moved by Dustin Lance Black and Sean Penn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;speeches tonight. It made me consider the parable of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Good Samaritan and remember something my mom told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;years ago. I will save the story for another day, but my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;ended a little speech to me by saying "Things are different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;from the outside looking in. Remember that before passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;judgment." I never forgot that and the older I got, the more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I realized how wise that advice really was. THINGS REALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;ARE DIFFERENT FROM THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I've been thinking about the parable of the Good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Samaritan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;a lot lately. I have heard that scripture in Luke preached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;on so very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;times. I've read the background scholarly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;advice about how relevant it was that Jesus said the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Levite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;(assistant to the priest), the Priest, or a Jew didn't stop to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;help. He used the example that a Samaritan was the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;that stopped to help. Every sermon I heard and all scholarly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;journals refer to the fact that Jews considered the Samaritans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;to be from a religion and race that they scorned. And yet, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Samaritan was the only one that stopped to help. I don't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;it was any coincidence that Jesus had a "man of the law" ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;the question or that he used a Jew and Samaritan to illustrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;his command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Perhaps, we should remind ourselves of this lesson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;the current religious and ethnic tension being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;spouted from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;religious columns and leaders. I think this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;parable has very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;practical and modern applications today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;but that's just me. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;think Jesus was saying unless we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;those that have differing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;religious and even moral beliefs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;then we are not practicing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;"love thy neighbor as thyself" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;commandment. I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;hearing one minister preach on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;this and say that unless we loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;the person that was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;MOST UNDESIRABLE to us, as that neighbor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;then we didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;understand what Jesus meant. The stipulations of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;verses are similar to what my mom told me, I believe. I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;found myself taking on the causes of different races and sexes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;through the years because I felt compelled and convicted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;my mom to thank for that, I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;When I decided to start this blog, I thought it would be a nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;outlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;for my political rants. I never dreamed that I would find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;myself in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;the position of erasing several "religious" themed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;posts a day. It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;certainly not what I had in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I've always been the type to say exactly what I thought. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;was born from times when I was in grade school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;teased &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;about things that were happening at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;learned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;early on to just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;tell who had done what and then I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;couldn't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;hurt or embarrassed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;it. Perhaps, it has made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;me too blunt or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;opinionated. However, as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;embarrassed as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;might have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;back then, I am just as much or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;thankful for those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;experiences now. My mom knew what it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;like to have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;weakness or to be scorned. I have plenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;of faults;  however, being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;racist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;homophobic or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;accepting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;of others are not three of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Thank you, Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-3988042327924072434?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/3988042327924072434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-samaritan-oscars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/3988042327924072434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/3988042327924072434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-samaritan-oscars.html' title='The Good Samaritan &amp; the Oscars'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-480966206038695580</id><published>2009-02-21T06:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:59:49.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Several months ago I received an e-mail from one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;of those friends that you know you'll have forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;She wrote to tell me that her father was going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;soon celebrate his 80th birthday.  Sometimes we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;go months and don't get to see or talk to each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;other.  And yet, when we do see each other, it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;as though we last talked the day before.  Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;father was one of those people that made you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;want to live a better life.  He was the pastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;at the Marion Baptist Church for several years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;but he was like a father to me.  They welcomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;me into their lives and changed how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;a real home and family life should be.  I sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;her Dad a birthday card with a note of some of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;my fondest memories.  I will forever treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;the letter I received back from him.  It reminded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;me of one of Steve Goodier's Life Support Messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked it up (Who's Your Best Friend) and here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;is part of his post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;"And do you know who your best friend is? Automaker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Henry Ford was having lunch with a man, when he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly asked the man that very question. "Who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;your best friend?" Ford asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;The man hesitated and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ford went on. "I'll tell you who your best friend is," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;he said. Then he wrote this sentence for the man to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;read: "Your best friend is he who brings out the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;that is within you." Our best friends are those who do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;more than simply like us. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They also believe in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;They support us but, occasionally, they nudge us as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;well.Someone put it well: "A friend is someone who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;knows you as you are, understands where you've been, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;accepts who you've become, and still, gently invites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;you to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Now...who is your best friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-480966206038695580?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/480966206038695580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/480966206038695580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/480966206038695580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever-friends.html' title='Forever Friends'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-2362932703278178742</id><published>2009-02-20T09:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:52:16.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Several months ago, I read a letter to the editor of our local paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had never met the author and didn't know anything about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;However, his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;letter stirred something in my heart. It seemed so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;genuine and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;heartfelt. I sent him a note telling him how much I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;enjoyed and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;appreciated his letter. I felt compelled to tell him this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;thankful that a great friendship has developed because of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I say all that to say this: Listen to your heart. I have learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;through the years to listen to that still small voice. The hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;part is to not only listen, but to ACT. Sometimes it might not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;be the most comfortable or popular thing to do, but I guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;you that it will always be the RIGHT thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I received a lot of e-mails and calls about my post on the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's always nice to feel like you've expressed a thought that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;is well received. I found it interesting that a majority of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;those I spoke with, found one thing more incredulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;than any other about the "religious" article in the press; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;the word PARAPHRASED!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tedrick&lt;/span&gt; felt the need to "paraphrase" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;God's Holy Word.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHAT???????????????????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-2362932703278178742?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/2362932703278178742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2362932703278178742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2362932703278178742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/what.html' title='What????????'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-4251912700538132128</id><published>2009-02-18T17:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:19:26.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do No Harm</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or does the title of the latest&lt;br /&gt;"religious" column in our local paper, give&lt;br /&gt;you reason to pause.........&lt;br /&gt;ICE A WARNING FROM GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember Dr. Bob McGaughey (retired professor of Journalism)&lt;br /&gt;stressing the importance of the responsibilities of&lt;br /&gt;a member of the press. McGaughey was one of those professors&lt;br /&gt;that made you want to go to class, take something from every&lt;br /&gt;lesson he was willing to give you, and just make&lt;br /&gt;you a better human being. I can only imagine what he would&lt;br /&gt;think about this column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly being told by family and friends that live out of&lt;br /&gt;state, how upsetting it is to have this column in our local paper.&lt;br /&gt;I have a good friend who takes it to work and she says that&lt;br /&gt;people simply don't believe something like this exists in this&lt;br /&gt;day and age. These former residents of Marion look forward&lt;br /&gt;to getting their Crittenden Press and this one columnist manages&lt;br /&gt;to insult their intelligence, question their religious beliefs, and&lt;br /&gt;reflect poorly on a town and community they love. I sometimes&lt;br /&gt;wonder how many people have failed to become a member of a&lt;br /&gt;church or accept the love and instruction of God because of the&lt;br /&gt;hate-spewing ramblings of this columnist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that God sent this ice storm to Marion, Ky. to&lt;br /&gt;WARN us. I saw the presence and love of God in more people&lt;br /&gt;than I could possibly recount in this post. If anything, my God&lt;br /&gt;sent angels to help us survive this freakish natural disaster. But,&lt;br /&gt;that's just me. I saw God in the linemen from North Carolina who&lt;br /&gt;were so intent in restoring power to my 88 year old father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;I saw God in neighbors and friends who shared water and meals.&lt;br /&gt;I heard God when my sons would call and ask what they could do&lt;br /&gt;to help. I am blessed and I believe Crittenden County is blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listed below a few quotes about freedom of the press and free&lt;br /&gt;speech. The first one made me laugh and the others gave me&lt;br /&gt;reason to think. We all have a responsibility to make this world a&lt;br /&gt;better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one&lt;/em&gt;. A. J. Liebling (Newsweek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many other conditions to free speech. I've got a right to say and believe anything I please, but I haven't got a right to press it on anybody else. .... Nobody's got a right to be a nuisance to his neighbors.&lt;/em&gt; Author: &lt;a class="author" href="http://www.worldofquotes.com/author/H.l.-Mencken/1/index.html"&gt;H.l. Mencken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of us who professionally use the mass media are the&lt;strong&gt; shapers&lt;/strong&gt; of society. we can vulgarize that society. We can brutalize it. Or we can help lift it onto a higher level&lt;/em&gt;.--William Bernbach, of DDB Needham Worldwide, 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put it before them briefly so they will read it, clearly so they will appreciate it, picturesquely so they will remember it and, above all, accurately so they will be guided by its light&lt;/em&gt;.--Joseph Pulitzer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-4251912700538132128?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/4251912700538132128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-no-harm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/4251912700538132128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/4251912700538132128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-no-harm.html' title='Do No Harm'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-2836648741354925263</id><published>2009-02-18T03:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:06:38.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Article about Towery's induction into the Hall of Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZvcfTpx2mI/AAAAAAAAABk/tjT_ETcSLIk/s1600-h/fathersdaycard0001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304075416568453730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZvcfTpx2mI/AAAAAAAAABk/tjT_ETcSLIk/s320/fathersdaycard0001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all there for this big day and it&lt;br /&gt;was quite moving. This is a really good&lt;br /&gt;article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Click on the title and it will take you to&lt;br /&gt;the article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-2836648741354925263?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://media.www.wkuherald.com/media/storage/paper603/news/2003/02/25/Sports/Mens-Basketball.its.An.Honor.And.Im.Speechless-378237.shtml' title='Article about Towery&apos;s induction into the Hall of Fame'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://media.www.wkuherald.com/media/storage/paper603/news/2003/02/25/Sports/Mens-Basketball.its.An.Honor.And.Im.Speechless-378237.shtml' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/2836648741354925263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/article-about-towerys-induction-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2836648741354925263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/2836648741354925263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/article-about-towerys-induction-into.html' title='Article about Towery&apos;s induction into the Hall of Fame'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZvcfTpx2mI/AAAAAAAAABk/tjT_ETcSLIk/s72-c/fathersdaycard0001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-6077433000619091618</id><published>2009-02-18T03:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:04:39.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlisle Towery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZvWIByIHAI/AAAAAAAAABE/NgTdQq09adw/s1600-h/towerylayup.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304068419564870658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZvWIByIHAI/AAAAAAAAABE/NgTdQq09adw/s320/towerylayup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out the section I added on Carlisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Western Kentucky University and The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crittenden Press called him Crittenden County's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;greatest player. We all call him the "greatest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pops and grandfather.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-6077433000619091618?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/6077433000619091618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/carlisle-towery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/6077433000619091618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/6077433000619091618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/carlisle-towery.html' title='Carlisle Towery'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZvWIByIHAI/AAAAAAAAABE/NgTdQq09adw/s72-c/towerylayup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-8140458487542187877</id><published>2009-02-17T10:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:11:38.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had said this........</title><content type='html'>Earlier today, I mentioned that I really enjoy an inspirational&lt;br /&gt;newsletter I receive in my inbox from Steve Goodier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, a couple of hours later, I received one of the best&lt;br /&gt;I've ever read and the last paragraph was something that I wish I&lt;br /&gt;had said. I had wondered why I hadn't received one in a while and&lt;br /&gt;he had an explanation. However, he made up for it with this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read "A God too Small"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's refreshing for me to read something written by someone who&lt;br /&gt;has a long record of encouraging people to live their best life.&lt;br /&gt;He has published many books and is in high demand to speak to&lt;br /&gt;groups and churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one sentence from the last paragraph and a link to his website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I imagine a god so small as to&lt;br /&gt;favor those who think like me, worship like me and act&lt;br /&gt;like me, then I know very little of life and less of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lifesupportsystem.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's message:&lt;br /&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LifeSupport/message/1094;_ylc=X3oDMTM0bWhubml2BF9TAzk3MzU5NzE0BGdycElkAzMzNDgxMzgEZ3Jwc3BJZAMxNzA1MTA5Mzg4BG1zZ0lkAzEwOTQEc2VjA2Z0cgRzbGsDdnRwYwRzdGltZQMxMjM0ODg2MjIxBHRwY0lkAzEwOTQ-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past messages: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LifeSupport/messages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-8140458487542187877?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/8140458487542187877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-had-said-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8140458487542187877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/8140458487542187877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-had-said-this.html' title='I wish I had said this........'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-7998382688728962710</id><published>2009-02-17T07:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:14:08.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you need a little inspiration</title><content type='html'>I start every day by reading the Upper Room Daily Devotional&lt;br /&gt;You can sign up to receive it in your inbox. Here is a link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upperroom.org/devotional/default.asp"&gt;http://www.upperroom.org/devotional/default.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my favorite places to find solace, wisdom, patience, &amp;amp; joy&lt;br /&gt;is from Steve Goodier - I used to get it in a daily e-mail from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:LifeSupportSystems@yahoo.com"&gt;LifeSupportSystems@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think it has changed to this and you can&lt;br /&gt;look up past messages. My favorite: Joy Along the Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-7998382688728962710?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/7998382688728962710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-need-little-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/7998382688728962710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/7998382688728962710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-need-little-inspiration.html' title='If you need a little inspiration'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-7801667390041255846</id><published>2009-02-17T06:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:59:45.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bob-cesca/president-obama-is-litera_b_166152.html" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bob-cesca/president-obama-is-litera_b_166152.html"&gt;Bob Cesca: President Obama Is Driving Republicans Insane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the more liberal I seem to be.  I loved the first line of this article.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-7801667390041255846?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/7801667390041255846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-this-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/7801667390041255846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/7801667390041255846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out....'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751107192613394668.post-4968207646960003289</id><published>2009-02-13T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:18:27.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogging Begins</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Rene's blog: "Inside Looking Out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for musings, ramblings, insights, friends, family and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4751107192613394668-4968207646960003289?l=renewallace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/feeds/4968207646960003289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/4968207646960003289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4751107192613394668/posts/default/4968207646960003289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renewallace.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging-begins.html' title='The Blogging Begins'/><author><name>Rene' Wallace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905080546699309926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AGMux7Ghays/SZthkh-RPQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2yC4JHjyRO8/S220/Harley2+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
