<?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-6627177016428155454</id><updated>2012-02-03T07:07:14.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Germain</title><subtitle type='html'>wonderfulwood@blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-7378583407636759149</id><published>2011-12-14T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:00:13.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WSI - Hot Brand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Woodland Stewardship Institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wood Source Identification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Where the Brand is Hot, because the Wood is Cool!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Only True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wood Supply of Integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In Co-ordination With the;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WSI - World Wide Wood - Registry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wood that is hot, is no longer cool!!! Not only that, but poached wood is getting harder to come by. Especially exotic imports. When we established the Woodland Stewardship Institute LLC, in 1996, (the WSI-LLC partnership was disbanded a few yrs. later) the certified wood programs were being consolidated and controlled by the conglomerates. They were begun by grass roots initiators like myself. We participated in the Woodnet 98 event in 1998. I gave a presentation there on our ideas for basic principles of sustainability. I was basically told by the newly formed FSC (forest stewardship council) that there was no room for any independent wood brand systems! This resonates with the same vibs as the certified organic food labels that started several years ago. Now they are all under the jurisdiction of the government National Organic Program! In other words it would be illegal for you to grow a true organic crop and sell it as such!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Guess what? We own the only true standard in wood identification and qualification!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Listen to how simple it is. This is the world wide, Wood System of Inventory, of the people, by the people, for the people! The first rule is, we will never qualify any huge company or conglomerate. We Support Independence! This is the first rule of sustainability. This is the first pre-requisite to getting back to the land. This is why people are starving, and this is why we are sick. Everyone thinks they want to be an aristocrat, so they give up the land and go to the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's your wood, and it's tracked from your doorstep! It would be impossible to steal this system away from the people! Like Amazon.com selling books, the World Wide Wood registry is the ultimate networking and marketing tool for small independent wood workers and suppliers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All you need is a wireless connection to the world wide web. Here is the link for the World Wide Wood registration form. &lt;a href="http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2007/12/world-wide-wood-registration-form.html"&gt;http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2007/12/world-wide-wood-registration-form.html&lt;/a&gt;. Also, here is the link to the simple common sense, basic criteria for WSI - What Sustainable Is. &lt;a href="http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2007/12/world-wide-wood-registry.html"&gt;http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2007/12/world-wide-wood-registry.html&lt;/a&gt; If you are a wood worker, small land owner, or wood collector, who is willing to learn basic safety and environmental principles, you will qualify!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you produce much wood on a regular basis you will want a WSI - Hot Brand. At least you will need the aluminum metal label maker to make the permanent tags with your assigned numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each brand needs to have a changeable date feature. That will eliminate the possibility of pirating. All you have to do is look at our data base to get a fair idea of what was branded on that date, to be able to tell if there is a mess of wood that is not accounted for. On specialty pieces of wood, each peace can be assigned a number and of course the date. Obviously, if you are producing a lot of lumber from say, a horse logging operation, you will only tag piles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot of wood suppliers now you will notice advertise the FSC logo, however I have never seen a piece of wood with any actual way to trace it's history. Can you imagine the credibility and notoriety this program will give quality craftsmen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This also applies to salvaged wood. Imagine if you salvage wood from a thousand year old shipwreck. Then it was crafted into part of a world class violin. I knew a man who did this. His name was Dale Brock. He retired up on the Clearwater River here in Idaho. It must have been 25 yrs. ago that he died. He made violins andf he claimed that every part was over 1000 years old! The nut for the strings was made from Mastodon ivory that (he claimed) was millions of years old! He also claimed that at one time he was acclaimed to be one of the 10 best violin makers in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I for one, will not support any form of plundered wood, or sponsor any form of exploitation. Trees are the answer, getting people back to the land is the solution. EVERYTHING depends on quality natural logging and farming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-7378583407636759149?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7378583407636759149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=7378583407636759149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/7378583407636759149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/7378583407636759149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2011/12/wsi-hot-brand_8065.html' title='WSI - Hot Brand'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-4110913941413135298</id><published>2011-11-03T19:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:04:41.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woodland Stewardship Institute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Aint Gonna Play War No More!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Control Freaks Always Loose Control"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Goodness tends to perfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Demand perfection and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Goodness begins to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Is there a better solution to the dog problems than 24\7 confinement? By the way, 24\7 confinement is inhumane and should be illegal. In fact this is the source of all the trouble. This is why dogs bark, and bite, and are out of control. They don't learn anything tied up. A dog that is on a leash or tether has to be considered dangerous. In other words the leash law is counter productive. This is serious. We need to pay attention here. Our society is going to the dogs, so to speak. There seems to be more and more people with more dogs that have no idea how to manage them. I see children and adults drug around by their dogs on a leash with no control. The more trouble they have the more they try to exercise absolute control, which of course is disastrous. Is there a better solution? Naturally, you know the familiar quote from Albert Einstein, "You cannot accomplish peace by force, it can only be achieved through understanding." It's time to quit playing war, and learn about getting along with true freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To begin with, the number one problem is too many dogs. If you don't have time to teach and train and build a quality relationship, you need to downsize or eliminate your stock. Every dog we've had here we have been able to teach not to bark, not to chase the chickens, and to know their place, etc. It seems the large majority of people now are incapable of any of this. Part of the trouble of course is, they think this is what dogs are for. How pathetic. Mean barking dogs are for people who put their faith in mean barking dogs! Having a dog is like having a gun. Too many today aren't responsible enough to have either. There is no way you can justify disturbing your neighbors, disturbing the peace, or risking an attack or bite. A big problem here is, "Love is Blind". I hear this all the time. "Oh they won't bite." or "They wouldn't hurt a flea." While you are being accosted with deafening noise and barred teeth. Nonsense. Dogs are vicious carnivorous killers. Do you know how many people have been scarred for life, bitten by their own dog, or their friend's? You all know they're going to be protective. Here is another danger, "The smaller the dog, the sharper the teeth." Little kids should never be left unattended with the wienie dog!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Next. I find it hard to understand why people are so cruel. Why are they so worried that some animal other than their own would come in their yard? It's a fact that no matter what policy you adopt, your going to have loose dogs. If they are so worried, about visitors, why don't they put up a fence? Who do they think should camp in their yard and make sure nothing ever goes there!!! Neighbors need to be tolerant if you are going to have a healthy free society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now this is important. Puppies need to be free. This is the only way they can learn their boundaries, and to come and begin to learn basic manners. If the neighbors just get after them when they are little, they will learn not to go there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; How do they learn voluntary, unaware, complicity? In other words how do they learn to expect to be tied up without resentment? NEVER tie up a dog in anger or retaliation. This is the time I give my dog a special petting. He looks forward to that affection and he remembers it till I come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now. Why can't dogs and people get along like they used to before all of our great so called intelligence came along? Why don't they address the real problem, confinement and neglect, and ignorance, instead of more Nazi control??? If you want to live like that, move to the big city where you belong! Dogs can be extremely dangerous and vicious. Do you really think a town full of confined, barking, neglected, over populated, uncontrollable dogs is safe? This is what the police should be concerned with. Not an occasional loose dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you get the picture? Control freaks are everywhere, and they cannot understand that a dog, especially your dog would ever be free. I know people that need to be locked up 24\7, but I am not aware of any animal that deserves it. Instead of being so worried about a dog that might be loose, as if that is the one and only big sin, look at the cause. I guarantee you will start to change things if you start turning people in for neglect instead. No one should have to live in a neighborhood full of incessant barking dogs that are complete freaks when they do get out. Officers should not hesitate to inform people that they are out of compliance when their dogs are neglected, overly confined, and uncontrollable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If this kind of freedom sounds too scary for you and your dogs, just remember you are not likely to have any trouble if you just learn how to keep them quiet. That will be my next chapter. There are some simple tricks to learn. The most important is to never bark (yell) at your dog. You can always tell a good trainer by their voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chapter 3 will be, TRAFFIC CONTROL. Is your dog streetwise? Should dogs be allowed on residential streets? It's inevitable!!! Small young children will invariably end up there unexpectedly!!! Never apologize for making people slow down!!! Kids and dogs and horses are allowed on city streets!!! Streets are not just for speeding vehicles!!! Never apologize for making people slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-4110913941413135298?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4110913941413135298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=4110913941413135298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4110913941413135298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4110913941413135298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2011/11/small-town-dog-control-policy_6517.html' title='Animal Control'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-4685934695973226463</id><published>2011-04-18T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:32:05.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood Stock - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woodland Stewardship Institute&lt;br /&gt;Presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wood Stock Investments&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have realized that you don't need anything to start a business, but a good plan of action. Good ideas, experience, and a strategy for implementation.&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in parts 1 &amp;amp; 2. We have a 20 plus year collection of wood that keeps growing, with an unlimited supply where that came from! People pay us to take it! Every kind of wood that grows here, and some you've never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the largest capacity mill anywhere. We can cut logs up to 8 ft. diameter and 32 ft. long! We have one slab of wood here that we cut on this mill that is 7 ft. wide, 5 inches thick and 10 ft. long!&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, we have never sold any, to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;The first order of business, the first step, has been, identification.&lt;br /&gt;Every job is assigned a number, so every log has a number, and therefore, every piece of wood stock. Embossed aluminum tags are attached to every piece. This we have done since 1998.&lt;br /&gt;All the work and expense of hauling, milling, moving, stacking, and stickering, we have done.&lt;br /&gt;We have not implemented any computer inventory program. The wood needs to be cataloged according to species, dimensions, job number, date, and section where it is stored. Also, photographs of the better material. This has to be done to start marketing, which will require a qualified secretary with some knowledge of computer science.&lt;br /&gt;The next big step is, storage. We want to use the mill to produce the material to build the wood shelters. This of course is softwood from our horse logging operations.&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate that the shelters will sell also, and be a good market themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in parts 1 &amp;amp; 2, we need investors. Wood workers who want to be a part of this local co-operative, and financiers interested in a risk free investment with real tangible value, and in supporting local enterprise and jobs. Anyone who purchases stock can redeem it's value in wood at a rate equivalent to the estimated minimal wholesale value. The other option of course is, when the wood they have invested in, at just half that wholesale rate sells, they can make a good percentage on their investment.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the need for capitol to make this work. It will take a few yrs. to get established with enough variety of inventory to attract buyers. Also, it takes 5 to 20 yrs. for certain hardwoods to season and stabilize enough for certain applications. This kind of wood is expensive and hard to find. That is why our many years of head start is so valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our location here in Deary is the ideal spot for a central wood yard, close enough to the quad cities and all the surrounding towns and their crops of trees. We have over a half mile strip along the old R.R. bed that intersects Main st. Most of it is zoned industrial commercial.&lt;br /&gt;So, the first thing to do, as soon as we have people willing to support this kind of local utilization, and value added, wood project, is to start to inventory the wood here. In other words, the money is not appropriated until the product is listed and confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;The first wood to be counted is the premium large cants that are stacked and stickered. This is because they are the least perishable. Even at the aforesaid half of minimum wholesale value, would give us enough operating capital to start building the shelters and organizing the rest of the wood and of course the new wood that is coming in every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6627177016428155454-4685934695973226463?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4685934695973226463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=4685934695973226463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4685934695973226463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4685934695973226463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2011/04/wood-stock-part-3.html' title='Wood Stock - Part 3'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-6957280900678792484</id><published>2010-07-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:29:25.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodland Stewardship Institute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ain't Gonna Play War No More"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Common Dog Gone Sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dog Control, Gun Control, or Self Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can be sure this will be a touchy subject!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;something needs to be done. There seems to be more people with more dogs in more places, who know less and less of how to treat them, handle them, or train them. Everywhere I see the results of our society having lost what they used to call basic, common "HORSE SENSE". In other words, a lot of people don't know how to be neighborly or how to raise children! Naturally, education is the solution. When we start to learn our manners (good old country "horse sense") everyone will be healthier and happier.&lt;br /&gt;OK, the number one issue!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--- "CONFINEMENT"---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control Freaks always lose control !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confinement is the root of all the other problems; barking, biting, and being out of control. There is a growing majority of "City Slickers" with the legalistic "Barney Fife" mentality that all dogs should be locked up or tied up at ALL times. This is inhumane. There are people that need to be locked up, but I'm not aware of any real animal criminals or perverts. Everyone knows about the typical hard core "dog control," but the results are disastrous. In other words, a strict leash law is not the solution but the most significant contribution to the problem! You think I'm crazy? We are about to find ourselves in the same predicament as a herd of animals, because of our stupidity. It's called "MARTIAL LAW." Most city people aren't responsible enough to have a gun or a dog! I'm not talking about people that live in the city, I'm talking about city people that are everywhere! Fortunately, this is still a free country. That is because our country was built on Laws, but it is based on freedom. True freedom is based on obedience. "Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom." Ben Franklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the solution? If you don't have the time and the space, your critter is going crazy! They can't learn anything if they are never free. That means that YOU the owners are OUT of CONTROL! It's time to downsize, or phase out your stock. Why make them and your neighbors suffer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking. We can't have dogs running lose everywhere. Listen, a dog on a leash has to be considered dangerous and uncontrollable. I'm not talking about letting your dog run. I'm talking about tolerance. Especially the process from puppy to adulthood. Puppies, colts, children, all need a happy, free, atmosphere growing up. Until they learn self discipline. You start introducing them to the rules positively. You strive for voluntary, unaware, complicity in their own confinement. They learn that obedience equals freedom. In other words, they come when you call, and want to follow you wherever you go. It all has to be built on a relationship. A relationship where you are the Master, the Good Shepherd, not the tyrant. Not a relationship based on fear and coercion. "Perfect Love casts out all fear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This begs the question, "Who's gonna keep the dogs out of my yard?" The answer is YOU! No one else is going to camp in your yard and make sure nothing ever goes there! It is a well established fact that no matter what kind of a policy you try, there's always going to be dogs loose. If you can't get over it, move to the big city where all the paranoid control freaks can get together in one big pile until they get murdered, robbed, or mugged. If the neighbors puppy wanders into your yard, you don't have to call the City, just get after the little squirt, they are real sensitive at that age. They are just like children. They don't need discipline, as much as they need training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see this is turning into a book already. I need to talk about manners though. Here the number one issue is obviously mean and vicious dogs. In order for any of this to work, and for there to be any freedom and tolerance, we have to eliminate the attitude of having a dog as a weapon. Or even having one as a guard or an alarm. Mean barking dogs are for people who put their faith in mean barking dogs. It is a pathetic excuse because they are a very poor insurance. You can go into any hospital emergency room and they will tell you the most common situation is people with dog bites. We have known several beautiful young people who were scarred for life, bitten by their own dogs or their friend's. I'm coming down real hard on this, the same way I do with my dogs. You cannot tolerate any form of aggressive behavior. I know it's probably impossible to even dream of correcting the problem, because people think, that is what dogs are for. They are supposed to be protective and bark and maybe they will save your life. FORGET IT. What a bunch of crap!!! There's no other solution!!! Other than Martial Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reasonable excuse for bad manners. Or for going to someone's house only to be accosted by their dogs. We need to keep the 3 R's in the right perspective, Respect for God, Respect for people made in His image, and Respect for Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it appears I have raised more questions than answers, so I have to commit to writing the book. I will begin with a series of hypothetical situations that, believe it or not, are at the same time, true stories.  While we are at it, let's try to imagine a better system of government for the way we relate to the people and pets in our rural neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when we began learning about natural horsemanship 30 years ago. You know the old proverb, "If you want something to come back to you, you must first set it free." The first sign of poor horsemanship is when you can't catch your horses, and when you do catch them they are looking for the first chance to escape. We live on Main street, but we are also on the edge of town. The horse pen extends a quarter of a mile out back, beyond the City limits. When we bring them up to the house they are loose most of the time. When I go back to gather them, they come running and put their noses in the halter. When it's time to load them, they go right in the trailer. They are content to mow the lawn right next to the Main street. They know that if they cross the street they will be out of favor and I will just bring them back. The funny thing is when city people (which are everywhere) that don't know us, drive by they freak out. "Oh no, look, your horse is loose!!!" That's not all, some complain to the City. Barney Fife (not his real name) the town clown (who also so happens to be the town drunk) says, "These horses can't be on the sidewalk, or the street, or even in town for that matter. City streets are only for vehicles." (speeding with impunity).  I say, "You're full of it, horses are allowed on the streets, so are children, and dogs. This will slow them down!" He's not impressed, but of course he doesn't have a leg to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to the next relevant incedent. This is another true story. I watched a big German Shepherd dog give his life for a child! I stopped at the old gas station at another small town near here. After filling up I was getting ready to pull out on to the highway when the school bus stopped right there. There were a few cars that stopped behind it. A little girl got out and proceeded to walk in front of the bus to cross the road. All of a sudden I heard tires squeal when this small import pickup, with three guys in the seat, screeched to a stop, just missing her. I looked back behind the bus to see the big dog splatted in the middle of the road. I stomped on the throttle to try and get in front of the knotheads in the little pickup, but I had my big trailer on behind with three big horses. They just drove on, a little wild eyed! Of course they were speeding and were going to pass everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next story. We have an old dog here, his name is Buddy. Now he is 14 or 15, in other words about 100 in dog years. His mother was Australian Shepherd and his father was a Lab, Rottweiler cross. He is so indifferent it is funny. When he was a pup we did the usual, taught him not to bark, taught him to get along with the chickens, taught him to be nice to strangers, etc. Also, like every pup we have had, I taught him right away to be street wise. This begins early. When the pup gets in the way, HE GETS STEPPED ON! When he tries to run in the door to the house, HE GETS PINCHED. When he gets a little bigger, he has to learn to watch out on the street. When he tries to follow the car, I spin some brodies, make a lot of noise, and start chasing him! If I catch him in the street when I'm driving, I TRY TO RUN OVER HIM! Is this discipline or training? Maybe they aren't much different. This is the basic principle of horse sense that is sadly deficient. I'm sure all the animal worshipers think this is unthinkable. The fact is, it is just a fact of life, and this is how you preserve their life. I have actually seen the ultimate example of the opposite of this, and I'm sure you have too. That is people stopping and getting out of their car and picking up their dog when they come home. You know what happens when a visitor comes and doesn't see the dog. Believe me I know! Now Buddy the wise old dog has made his retirement business that of playing with the traffic. He is kind of an extension of myself, you know how that can be. When we are working and playing around here with the horses and the kids, he guards the street. The funny thing is, he has almost all of the people buffaloed. He hears them coming. He knows from the sound of their throttle, what they are going to do, before they do! One time just recently, while working with the horses, logging next to a county road, he had a loaded logging truck completely stopped!!! Now that is proficiency! What has happened with the majority of people now. I guarantee you this was never a problem in the not so distant past. Maybe it is linked to the same ridiculous idea of having dogs in the house. I read a recent article which stated that 62% of people with cats and almost 50% of the people with dogs, SLEEP WITH THEM!!! The just of the article though was the fact they are finding serious disease problems with people because of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this is a lot to take in. What do you think? Should we learn about these things, or should we just make sure ALL critters are confined and contained at ALL times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next true story. Having horses on the edge of town has been trying. The worst problem we've had was vandalism. At first we thought it was kids, but as time went on, it became apparent that it was adults. Letting the horses out, cutting up the fence, destroying the fence charger, terrorizing the horses, etc. Any time there were horses loose anywhere around town, everyone assumed they were ours. Once a neighbor (drunk) called from just a quarter mile away. His house is in the middle of a small field. He said, very belligerently, "Do you have three horses? Well, they are in my field and you better get them the blankety blank out of here!" I knew they weren't mine, so I said, "What makes you think they are not going to come in your yard? Do you have a fence?" He said, "I don't have a fence, but I've got a gun!" I said, "They are going to take our guns away because of idiots like you! Go ahead and shoot them, you have my permission! THEY'RE  NOT  MY  HORSES!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Now what do you think? Should we build our community on tolerance, hospitality, and understanding, or "Drinking, fighting, and gambling"? Again, "Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom." The other alternative is MARTIAL LAW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next true story. One Sunday afternoon, a few years ago, a young couple came strutting into our yard. They had a black lab that they said was ours. It had just killed one of their chickens along with an accomplice that happened to look just like our other dog at that time. I said they weren't ours, they called me a liar and started mouthing off. They said, you must have just tied that dog back on it's run. I said, she's been there all day. He had a gun, and said, "I'm going to shoot your chicken killing dogs that run loose." Like everyone else they knew that any critter that was loose had to be ours. I said, "Go ahead, there they are, have at it!" They left. Those two dogs had the run of the town for the next four or five days.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, two big dogs that keep jumping the fence, came straight into our yard and got off with two nice hens. The City maintenance man was going by and saw it. He and I followed them home, just a block away. I think he couldn't understand why I wasn't upset. I said, "There's always going to be dogs loose, and they are always going to like chickens. I took the risk when I let the birds out of their pen."&lt;br /&gt;Now what do you think? Is the problem the animals, or the people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Several years ago, we took the horses and the two dogs and went for a ride. Over the mountain and back around by Brush Creek, about five miles. Coming back into town, Buddy gets in a fight with a neighbors dog in the trailer park. Male dogs love to fight and there wasn't much that could be done. A friend up the street had 21 stitches in his leg, bitten by his own dog, when he tried to break up a dog fight. We had just dismounted and went in the house to get a drink, and here comes the neighbor with a pistol, calling me an idiot. He says if he sees my dog any where near his place he's going to shoot it. He kind of gave me the impression he would just as well like to shoot me! I just went out to face him, didn't say a word. He left and never came back. You don't have to go get your gun to stand up to people, unless you are a coward. The worst thing about having a gun is, you might have to use it. The only solution is for stronger men to come and overcome. Men that are spiritually, and morally stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not the only ones that have been threatened by stupid ignorant people over stupid animals! Our society is going to the dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what do you think is the solution? Lock up all the critters all the time, or just lock up the people and take their guns away? If you value your freedom and independence, I hope you value obedience, to all of God's Laws, Natural laws, moral laws, physical laws, laws of science, laws of diet and health and fitness, they are all His Laws. For the third time, "Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-6957280900678792484?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6957280900678792484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=6957280900678792484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6957280900678792484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6957280900678792484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/07/community-dog-policy.html' title='Woodland Stewardship Institute'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-1679650268512272679</id><published>2010-06-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:47:44.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh Great Spirit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adapted by M. St. Germain - 06 - 18 -10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh Great Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Whose voice I hear in the winds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Whose breath gives life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To every living friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Can You hear me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am so small and weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is Your strength and wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That I want to seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let me walk in beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And may I always see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The red and purple sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Glowing through the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;May my hands respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All Your creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let my ears be sharp to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All the sounds of Nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Make me wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So that I may understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The things You want to teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Each and every man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let me learn the lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There in every leaf and rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;May I survive the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And find Spring, without a loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I seek strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not to be greater than my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To fight my greatest enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Myself, and not another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;May I always come to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With clean hands and straight eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And a tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That doesn't split and lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So when life fades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As the sinking, setting sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My spirit may come to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Without shame. No matter what ever else I've done!&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/6627177016428155454-1679650268512272679?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1679650268512272679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=1679650268512272679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/1679650268512272679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/1679650268512272679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/06/indian-prayer.html' title='Indian Prayer'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-2043892814271487935</id><published>2010-06-13T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:52:22.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Love You Now !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Words  M.  St. Germain and Traditional - 1975 - Music  M. St. Germain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you love a person, tell them so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do not wait until they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Share your love, while you still can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You may never meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I love you now, I plainly state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want you to know, before too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And will,  till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's a better world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'Cause I called you friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you love a person, tell them so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do not wait, until they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Say the words, they need to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tell them while they are still near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus: repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you love a person, tell them so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do not wait, until they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then heap some flowers upon their bier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And cry and say they were so dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus: repeat.&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/6627177016428155454-2043892814271487935?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2043892814271487935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=2043892814271487935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2043892814271487935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2043892814271487935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-not-wait_13.html' title='Do Not Wait'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-4426340847081832023</id><published>2010-06-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:51:45.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintaining Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Just Say No, to a Bad Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"The one who cares the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Is always held hostage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; By the one who cares the least."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;"Love is a many splendored thing." "It's so easy to fall in Love." "Love is blind." "Love without faith is superficial." You can see the downward progression. I'm sure you know how easy it is to fall in love, especially at that certain age. Young people desperately need education in knowing how to choose a mate, today more than ever. What is the first prerequisite for a relationship to work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spiritual compatibility.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; Then intellectual compatibility, then physical compatibility, then sexual compatibility. I'm sure most of you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;lso&lt;/span&gt;, that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;most couples, first get it together, backward from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Please don't misunderstand me. This is not about ending, it's about maintaining, fixing, and improving relationships. This is kind of like the ultimate challenge. I've strained and strained my brain for years, thinking about it, and wondering if I should ever attempt it. It seems like people fall in love and then learn to live in misery and perversion, or they get divorced and enjoy even more misery and perversion. What this is really about, is saying no to the bad things that make bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;relations, identifying them, and never going back. Bringing heaven down to earth, so to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;First we have to identify. I know it's painful, but let me start with this illustration about the three types of women. The good, the bad, and the ugly. You could turn around and tell it about men too, but it would be a little different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There's the good woman, she'll love you to death, and follow you anywhere. Remember, "A man needs a woman to love him ALL the time." Johnny Horton song, 1960. She's content to have a man, and babies. She has faith in life, in God, and in you. She's too busy to worry. She always knows what time it is. She's usually married to some useless, shiftless, no account, arrogant, knothead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now the bad. She's a workaholic. There's only time to work or sleep. She has no faith, so a husband is just someone to harass, because he's not rich enough, perfect enough, or affectionate enough, and never works hard enough. She's insecure and makes up for it by working till 9 or 10 every night. Work is her drug of choice. Instead of the children learning to do things, she does them for them. She's always the martyr, no one else ever does enough. Her first priority is keeping up appearances. She's jealous of any friends you might have, that might absorb your time and money. She doesn't know how to tell time. She's married to her job, her parents, her house, her idols, and you, in that order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now the ugly! She's lazy and spoiled. She was born and bred to be a princess. Marry a doctor or lawyer and have a maid and a butler. The American dream. Only slaves work. A husband is just someone to hate because he's not rich enough and makes her have to work. She has no self-control so she resorts to food and drugs. Consequently she's overweight and temperamental, and hates herself. Children are a nuisance, and in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, you get the picture, not a pretty one, definitely not what love started out to be. You can imagine how all these problems are compounded when drinking, fighting (idolized sports), and gambling are added. Then comes lying, and cheating, and stealing. Abe Lincoln said it best, "It appears our progress in degeneracy, is becoming quite rapid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm not going to talk about all the bad and the ugly reasons you can't get along, or all the bad and ugly excuses there might be for quiting, or the fact that you are unequally yoked which makes everything bad and ugly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want to talk about you! The one that feels so abused and mistreated.What should you do if you find yourself in a bad relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;First of all, it's not about you. You are a hostage. Marriage is not about freedom, being single is about freedom. Now don't let me scare you, there is a wonderful compensation for all of this. It's called family, children, teamwork, dignity, and respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Second, nothing is fair. Who said everything has to be fair. If you think everything has to always be fair, you're not going to be happy. It's so easy to start playing that game. Pretty soon you have to take turns changing diapers, cleaning the toilet, feeding the horses, talking to your mother, sleeping in, partying, paying the electric bill, etc. This is childish nonsense. Don't be looking for the easy job. What goes around comes around. Everything does turn out fair in the end. The truth is, only God knows who are the good, the bad, and the ugly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A man should be true to his calling, and not be condemned if he wants to be a poor hard working farmer, or whatever. Unfortunately it's a crime to be poor. It doesn't matter how hard you work, or how smart you are, or how talented you are, it's easy to run aground if you have any true principles.  Conversely it doesn't matter how idolatrous, or despicable, or perverted you are, you are the "...sweetest guy in town.", if you have money. Laziness used to be a crime, now laziness is a virtue, only stupid people work. "There's a place (hell or prison) for people who only do what they want to do. This aint it." We still can't judge, maybe it's better to be in prison now, rather than later. Hell is the grave, eternal death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That brings me to the next item. "Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord." Don't be a terrorist, don't be toxic, don't get even. Always remember, "...never return evil for evil." Here is another one to memorize, "It doesn't take a very big man to carry a grudge!" The worst temptation for me, is to be passive aggressive. You know, the sly underhanded little tricks to beat people over the head without touching them, or facing them, or talking to them. My name is Mark, which means warlike. I can hardly resist a fight, and I like none better than the quiet strategy for getting the upper hand. I have to constantly remind myself, "Sometimes it's a noble thing to fight evil, but this is not our task, our mission is to bring more light." It's so easy to get into a love hate relationship that can get out of hand, especially if one partner is spiritually retarded, or even spiritually dead! Maybe I better explain that a little. "....the natural man receives not the things of God, they are foolishness to him." I Corinthians 2 : 14. The problem is, "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink." "Some go in search of the truth, others can be lead to it, most will not tolerate it." What is truth? Do you know the seven things by which you judge all truth? "His creation, His Spirit, His Law, His prophets, His people, His story, History."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is where it gets crazy. What do you do when you find the one you love rejects the truth and clings to the lie, and chooses to remain ignorant and in the dark? What do you do when you realize your in love with the devil? How long do you maintain a bad relationship? When and where do you say no, and where do you draw the line? You know how serious this can be, when children are involved, innocent victims of violence and abuse. When is a broken family the lesser evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here is a little poem I made up, that goes along with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now listen close to what I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There's much to learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;From the old farm ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm saying a farm aint worth much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Without a good husband and wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And when the going gets tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You don't need trouble and strife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now a good team of horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Will do the work of three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But if they can't pull together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They can't do any, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I fell in love with a pretty little thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know love is blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But we're still together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now the process of multiplication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm sure you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Children are God's gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To make love grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It hasn't exactly been easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sometimes it was pretty sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But the good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have made up for the bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What's the real secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To our success?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lots of hard work and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Forgive and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To know how to give and take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And try to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What it really means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To be a family man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You know the best reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Though it might be slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is to know your children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Are as good as gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To reach a ripe old age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With some wisdom to impart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To know your friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On the world have left their mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-2734003265526512772</id><published>2010-06-02T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:41:54.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Hope I See You on the Other Shore !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words and Music  M. St. Germain in 2000 and Traditional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tell my kids to come and kiss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, I know they're gonna miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, I'm dying with a fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And, it'l be goodbye forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River on that morn'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh I hope I see them on the other shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that golden river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's the good times they'll remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tell the people when I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All the good things that I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's not good enough I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But I know He'll love me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morn'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, I hope I see you on the other shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know He'll make up the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hope you all can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'll be safe in God's own hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't you worry about my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I pray the Truth you'll come to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morn'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, I hope I see you on the other shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I will have this sweet assurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tell the world about a Saviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who will show us all His favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When we swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If His Word we claim as ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He will save us by His power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When we swim that Golden River. On that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When we swim that Golden River. On that morn'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, I hope I see you on the other shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When we swim that Golden River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We can have this sweet assurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When we swim that Golden River. On that morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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/6627177016428155454-2734003265526512772?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2734003265526512772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=2734003265526512772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2734003265526512772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2734003265526512772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/06/golden-river.html' title='The Golden River'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-5495163264070588081</id><published>2010-05-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:24:42.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 th Law of Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eat for Strength not for Drunkenness"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Proper Diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let's review the laws of health again. In previous articles I have written about, 1 -  fresh air, 2 - sunlight, 3 -  rest, 4 - exercise, 5 - abstemiousness, 6 - proper diet, 7 - proper use of water, 8 - trust in divine power(attitude).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When it comes to diet we think of 7 primary objectives. Durability, stamina, longevity, performance, metabolism, assimilation, elimination. Of course we want to remember that all the other laws of health affect these also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Question: How do you eat for drunkenness? Remember the three major battles? The war against - laziness, drunkenness, and ignorance. "Laziness is most or our sin, the rest is drunkenness, and it's all ignorance." Drunkenness could be any kind of indulgence. If it is for self gratification, if your "god is your belly." If you live to eat, rather than eat to live. Also, drunkenness is living for today, not caring about tomorrow. "Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die." In other words the drunk and the glutton aren't much different. More people have dug an early grave with a fork and a spoon than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T I M I N G :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I really want to try and emphasize how important this information is for children growing up. Everyone should know, babies need nutrition, children need nutrition, young people, they all need nutrition during their formative years. Everyone can see, also, that many aren't getting it. A lot of them almost never get a square meal. Usually because there's no one at home to cook. This is why it's so important, regardless of your situation, to practice good timing. The cardinal sin around our place has always been, SNACKING. It takes 5 to 6 hours to digest food properly. Now everyone is brainwashed to think kids have to have snacks (All with vitamins added.) to get nutrition. The worst thing is, the snacks usually amount to so much junk. Juice, sugar, carbs, vitamin drinks, junk. The best snack would be sunflower seeds, walnuts, or jerky. So, they are growing up learning they can eat anything, anytime, anywhere. Not allowing the proper time between meals is probably the biggest contributer to obesity. You can see the obvious consequence of it everywhere, especially anyone under 35 or so. Unfit, obese, bad teeth, bad eyes, poor bones, etc. Also, sugarholics are inclined to become alcoholics, and diabetics. They say diabetes has increased something like tenfold in the last 10 years in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The other part of timing is, "Early to bed, early to rise, makes  you healthy wealthy and wise." Benjamin Franklin. That was over 200 years ago. It's really just common sense. Actually there is growing proof that it's true, with modern data and statistics. The earlier you go to bed, the earlier you get up, and the earlier you eat breakfast, the better off you'll be. Eating at night is an easy trap to get into. Pretty soon you don't feel like eating breakfast at all. Out at logging camp, we used to get up at 4 am. Breakfast would be in the cook shack before daylight. We would get out to where we left off the day before, and wait for it to get light enough to work. The earlier you get to work the more you get done before you get tired. If you start in the afternoon, for example, you're tired already because you're closer to the end of the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, this is the first principle of diet. &lt;b&gt;Timing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What do you suppose is the next priority? You might be surprised. This is it. &lt;b&gt;"Eat your food, don't drink it."&lt;/b&gt; "Milk is for babies." "Juice is for winos." "Smoothies are for people that are too young or too old to chew their food." "Hot drinks are debilitating." "Caffeine is a drug." Soda is addicting and devastating. If you ever eat out you will notice 99% of everyone drinks pop with there meal. Now they know, though it's uncommon knowledge, this is one of the things that's pulling the substance out of our bones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Again, regardless of your situation, you can practice this rule. The more you have to chew your food, the better. Digestion starts in the mouth. I do what the old timers did. I save good bread and toast it and dry it. This was a matter of survival then, since they didn't have preservatives, or the grocery store a block away or whatever. You've heard of the hardtack they had on the ships and for the soldiers. Obviously it's good for your teeth also, to sink them into something real, like an apple or toast, preferably with some charcoal once in a while. This is one of the ways you improve your assimilation of different nutrients too, raw, cooked, re-cooked, and burned. Try to avoid burned grease though, they say it is carcinogenic. Fried food is bad anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What's next? Again you might be surprised. Here it is. &lt;b&gt;"Avoid too rich of a diet."&lt;/b&gt; I know this is hard to understand, especially when we are trying to get better nutrition. Look again at the list of objectives. You're liquid diet and concentrated fat, protein, and sugar, will give you a higher metabolism and short quick performance, but that's about it. The other 5 goals are in the negative. Here's a simple illustration. Horses are designed to consume mostly fiber. That is why they chew up the wood fences when they are confined. People are always wanting to give them grain, thinking that it's good for them and will make them warm. Neither are true. What keeps horses warm is; having enough fiber working in their gut. Grain is like candy to horses, they go crazy over it, and it will kill them if they get into the bin. We only give them whole oats (higher protein and less carbs than other grain.) when we are working them. Giving horses grain to fatten them up would be like giving some scrawny old person candy all the time. It might make them fat, but it would make them sick. This goes along with what a lot of doctors and nutritionists have been saying. "Avoid processed food." Eat real food and drink water. This is the best prescription for just about everything. If you are like me you find yourself getting into all kinds of junk. I find I have to eat a little of everything. (Sanctified by the Word that is.) I think this helps me to get a more complete range of nutrition. Here's the secret though; "The solution to pollution is dilution." Also, "The more junk you eat, the more fiber you need." and "Sugar needs to be slowed down." The worst thing that I see so many people do, is eat and\or drink straight sugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now I better talk a little about clean vs. unclean. Do you think God had a good reason for telling us not to eat all those dirty scavengers high on the food chain? I have often thought of writing a paper, "100 reasons not to eat pork." Here's the first reason, it's enough, God says it is an abomination to Him. Do you know what that means? It means it is hateful and detestable to Him. Isn't that enough? I don't think He changed His mind about it. Yes, I know about the verses in the New Testament that are misinterpreted to make Him into a liar. Like a lot of things there, they are symbolic in different ways. Nothing to do with eating, and certainly they do not contradict God's Laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is another reason though, not to eat pork. It is the richest and the most stimulating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E A T   R I G H T :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We've talked about when to eat, what to eat, and what not to eat. Now I want to tell you how to eat. If you've made it this far I'm sure you realize you are "...dying for lack of knowledge.", and you are ready to admit you don't know how to eat!!! Even if you have your grave half dug, you can still get on track and overcome the fork and the spoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've already alluded to the fact, and I'm sure I don't have to tell you, to chew your food. Like anything else, there's a lot to know.  I also mentioned, "eat your food, don't drink it." This goes along with what I am saying here. "Don't wash your food down." "Digestion begins in the mouth." "Besides being a bad habit, drinking water with your food is bad manners." This is another common sense observation that has been known for thousands of years. Believe it or not, this used to be taught in public schools, just 60 or 70 years ago. This also goes along with the critical need for nutrition. When your eating, especially growing children, you need food to eat. If kids especially,  drink a bunch of water while they are eating, not only are they diluting a lot of their saliva, but they will be hungry before the next meal. The only thing worse than this is drinking juice first, which will kill their appetite. Also, you will have better stamina and endurance, and capacity when you eat when it's time to eat, and drink when you are good and thirsty. This is also very important for preventing certain types of illness. If your stomach is working right, the chemistry there will kill or neutralize most pathogens. For example, if you are ever in the wilderness and you have to drink out of a creek, (or die of thirst), make sure you are good and thirsty. By then the juices in your stomach are just about like battery acid. Then drink slowly and not too much. This is another reason not to eat too fast. Your stomach functions properly at 100 degrees. You definitely do not want to gulp down cold food and cold drinks. You should have "... a good hot meal at least once a day." This is also another reason for not snacking, don't eat unless you are actually hungry, and your stomach is ready. Why am I the only one telling you this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's kind of a hard habit to break for some. What we do when the little ones are here, is give them a drink of plain soy milk. This will usually satisfy them, until you can wean them from it. "Milk is for babies." However soy milk is not a substitute, only a compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mind your manners. Don't get excited. Take your time, enjoy your meal and your company. Seems like every time I have to eat in town, which is fortunately a rare occasion anymore. I always see someone hogging down their food like it was their whole life, there face in their plate, too busy to even visit, and of course they are wearing the usual stupid duckbill hat that's glued to their head, and the ubiquitous pot belly to go with it. Manners might seem silly sometimes, but lack of these will affect your health, your digestion (acid reflux), your breath, your teeth, etc., and often produce gas. Flatulence is simply a product of undigested protein. Digestion starts in the mouth and follows all the way through. It's easy for it to malfunction along the line if things get out of order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EAT  YOUR  RABBIT  FOOD !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was reading about Lewis and Clark and their expedition in 1804 - 1806. It was the most remarkable venture ever accomplished. The reason they are not more famous is because they never killed or captured anyone. They all made it back in good health. They were smart enough to know they needed greens. They wrote about gathering greens along the way. This was probably the real secret to their success. I find it so amazing that people were so ignorant during the dark ages, that the sailors would suffer and die from scurvy, when all they needed was some fresh produce. It wasn't until the mid 1700's that Captain Cook sailed around the world without losing a single man. He found out all they needed was sauerkraut, and they would get fresh food wherever they stopped. When Magellan sailed around the world only 18 men survived of the 237 that started. He died also. Of course we don't need greens, we have vitamins and and vitamin scientists! In spite of all of our great technology, sometimes it seems like we are going back into the dark ages. Like that great city Nineveh, where "... more than 120,000 people didn't know their left hand from their right." What good is our technology if we don't know right from wrong? "Knowledge without faith is dangerous."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What do you think happens if you only eat greasy junk food, fried chicken, and ice cream? Then sit on the couch and drink pop and watch TV? It's good to eat some of everything, but you can make up for a multitude of sins just by eating good fiber with every meal, and fresh vegetables for dessert. Greens, especially fresh, provide real available calcium, and enzymes that help digestion, and vitamin B-12, and a host of other things we don't know. Sauerkraut can be a real lifesaver, especially in the winter. Fresh cabbage is my favorite. They say cruciferous vegetables are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;These are laws of science, laws of Nature, Laws of God. The plain simple cold hard facts of life. There's no escape. You break the Law, you suffer the result. We should be so thankful that God made everything perfect and He has given us this information. We should not "....ruin our lives with our own foolishness, (Lawlessness), and then blame God." Proverbs 19 : 03. "The fool has said in his heart, there is no God (Law)." Psalms 14 : 01. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is personal stewardship. Why be careless, without self control? The problem is, "Suicidal people are never content with their own destruction." No man is an island. Children grow up like their parents. "Bad habits are cool, is a lie." "Good food is intolerable, is a lie." "Your taste needs to be educated, like anything else." "It's hard to overcome the consequences of what you never learned when you were young." Is it OK to be careless and irresponsible, even if you don't have children? I don't think so. No one else in their right mind would think so either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, the war goes on, the battle against sin and ignorance. "Only dead fish roll with the flow." Just remember, "Satan yields to uphill traffic." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;At last, don't forget the 8th law. We are all hopelessly sick and lost. Only a miracle can save us. You can spend your whole life, like I have, studying, and learning about anything and everything to do with health, and we are still going to die! "No matter how I struggle and strive, I'll never get out of this world alive." How can I tell you about health when I am sick? How can the preacher inform you of sin, when he is full of it? How could David write the Psalms that are full of prophecy, poetry, and wisdom, when he failed so many times? How could Ellen White be a true prophet when she was imperfect, human like the rest of us? Although she has stood the test of time and the critics, just as the Bible has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We are talking about stewardship, RIGHTEOUSNESS by faith, not careless ignorance and unrighteousness excused by grace. God's grace covers anything and everything, but it does not excuse it or condone it. The Bible says, "...to be perfect as God is perfect." That means make an effort, even though we know we will never be perfect, until we know everything He does! Even though we know we are not saved by our own efforts. "No one will be saved by their good works, no one will be saved without them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I wish above all things, that you should prosper and be in good health." 3 John 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&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/6627177016428155454-5495163264070588081?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5495163264070588081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=5495163264070588081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5495163264070588081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5495163264070588081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/05/6-th-law-of-health.html' title='6 th Law of Health'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-946337067400072605</id><published>2010-05-16T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:33:08.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>II Thessalonians 2 : 10 &amp; 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open the Book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Words and music -  M. St. Germain - 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you love the Truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you hate a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you know the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Can you tell me why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It seems right to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It may seem right to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everyone does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What does it prove?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He made the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And He gave us His Word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He knows what works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is it too hard to learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Open the Book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Take a good look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you know the Son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who came to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know the One?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who cannot lie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He did the will.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of His Father above.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He came to show.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is true Love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He kept the faith.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of the prophets of old.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's our example.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So we've been told. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open the Book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take a good look.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you see the light?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shining through His Word?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Truth is as sharp. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As a two edged sword.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't be confused.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With excuses men make.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The message is clear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make the way straight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't be deceived!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He is coming again!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beware of pretenders! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Using His Name!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open the Book. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take a good look.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you love not the Truth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll believe a lie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The counterfeit is hard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To recognize.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugar is sweet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So is candy they say.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But straight is the gate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And narrow the way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So study His Word.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And learn all you can.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is the answer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To follow God's plan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open the Book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take a good look.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait till you here the music.&lt;/b&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/6627177016428155454-946337067400072605?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/946337067400072605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=946337067400072605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-1318549509354070655</id><published>2010-05-12T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:21:39.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laws of health - Laws of Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The  Call  of  the  Wild&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"The voice of one crying in the wilderness." What's wrong with Natural?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Do you know the last verse of the Old Testament? "....before the coming of the great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;dreadful day of the Lord, I will send the prophet Elijah." Do you remember in Luke 1 : 17, before John the Baptist was born, it was prophesied that he would come "...in the Spirit and Power of Elijah...to make ready a people, prepared for the Lord"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm sure most would agree that "...the great and dreadful day of the Lord." is the second coming. To me, that makes this prophecy more significant today, than it was at the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What was the Spirit and Power of Elijah? It's the Strait Testimony against false worship, given again, of course, in Revelation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Just what is this false worship? 666, six is man's number, 3 and 7 are God's. 666 is man in place of God. We worship ourselves. "God made man upright, but he has sought out many inventions." Eccl. 7 : 29. Obviously we are farther now, with all of our great man made religion, than we have ever been, from Natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So, now, you will not be surprised when I tell you that the Aborigines had more true religion than any of us. They lived in the wilderness in complete harmony, without any possessions or tools, plum naked! Their only tool was a fire, they didn't even have a knife. They could sleep outside naked, bedded down like animals, generating heat while they slept. Believe it or not, many of them have decided to become extinct, rather than live in an artificial violent world. "Civilized is just another word for un-natural." Some speculate this is what God's people were doing before the flood when "...the earth was filled with violence." That is why only one family went into the ark, and that only because of one man, who commanded his family after him, Noah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What was so special about John the Baptist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;To begin with, he was a Nazarite, like Samson, Samuel, Jesus, Paul, and many others. Eventually there were whole tribes of Nazarites. What was so special about the Nazarites? They were STRONG. They were men of principle and self control. They were to be, mentally, physically, and spiritually strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Do you know the Nazarite prescription for health and strength, given by God? It was usually given at conception, so it applied to the mother also. Essentially it amounted to; eat real food and drink water. No alcohol, no juice, no fruit from the vine, no unclean animals. This shows how critical it is to learn these things when you're growing up. When you came of age, you could give up the Nazarite oath, cut your hair, and know that there were certain exceptions to the rules. By then you were developed and had learned good habits of eating and drinking. Can you imagine kids growing up, thinking they can eat or drink anything anytime, anywhere? After that anything goes. Crackheads are made not born! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks to his Nazarite vow, John was "....not just another reed shaken in the wind." He lived in the wilderness, he ate a simple "clean" diet, and wore plain simple clothes. In fact he dressed in the old fashioned style of Elijah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then, of course, you know he was a fearless preacher of righteousness, not afraid to speak the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What do you think about these "last days"? Will God have a people prepared? Who will deliver this message? Who is the "Voice Crying in the Wilderness" today? Will Elijah actually come back? Maybe, but I don't think so. Jesus said, "...if you are willing to accept it, John is Elijah come back." In other words, it's the Elijah message that comes around. God will have the Elijah messengers and the Elijah message in the "last days", to prepare those who are not afraid to worship (respect) Him  as the creator of all. Revelation 14 : 07. I believe they are the 144,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Satan always has a counterfeit for everything. What do you suppose is the opposite of this kind of discipleship instituted by God, and also with Jesus and His disciples? If you just look around you see it everywhere. Instead of discipline and hard work, you see the lazy feel good religion all over. "Prosperity produces a mass of professors." People are as the Bible said they would be, "...lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Isn't this the ultimate challenge? Not to be bent by "...every wind of doctrine."? Not to be afraid to stand alone? Doesn't it seem like we've come to the time when most "...will not ENDURE sound doctrine."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What can we do? Where do we start? The answer is in the rest of that last verse of the Old Testament. "....he (the prophet) shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers..." This is talking about a revival. A revival that's based on training the next generation through the enlightenment of their parents. It's based on truth and discipline and work, not emotions, sensationalism, and selfish gratification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It all begins with learning and teaching what is natural. Man in place of God is for the most part, artificial instead of natural. This brings us to the 2nd Commandment, which is part of the First and Greatest Commandment, to always put God first. Why do you suppose God said not to make any images, any likeness of anything He has made? The only picture He ever gave us of Himself, is the Ten Commandments. Jesus was that Word made flesh! He has no respect for our inventions. Is it natural to mutilate and desecrate our bodies? I've never seen a tattoo or a piercing that didn't look like artificial man made crap. At the same time this kind of idolatry runs rampant with the back to nature, earth muffin, environmental types. They want everyone to believe that they will be responsible for the environment, and society, without morals! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why are we so afraid to be really natural? Why are we afraid of the wilderness? Are we afraid of a simple healthful diet? How about the old fashioned healthy style of dress? This is why I have said before, the Amish are the greatest witness in the earth. Everyone complains about our artificial life and all it's impossible problems, but we would never dream of being like the Amish. The fact is we all want to sit on our ass and just push the accelerator, make lots of money, and avoid any real labor. I've said it before and I'll say it again, "The problem with the world is; no one wants to be a subsistence farmer, and they don't want anyone else to have to be a subsistence farmer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now I'm getting to the real heart of the matter. Addictions. Essentially true religion can be summed up in one verse. "Whatsoever God has joined together, let no man separate." The fossil fuels that are buried, some of them miles under the surface at the time of the flood, should for the most part have been left there. Mankind has been joined together from the beginning by marriage, family, church, school, and work. No one has successfully escaped the weekly cycle, even if it's sitting on the couch every Sunday, drinking beer and watching football. You may as well try to escape being human. In other words the heathen culture all around us cannot even escape. The real truth is; God's Commandments are about working and functioning seven days a week. Some are just too lazy and selfish and careless to gather together and worship together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You might be surprised to know that,  sugar, juice, vitamins, alcohol, caffeine, nicotine, cocaine, meth, whatever, are just elements that have been separated and isolated. You might notice the progressive order here, going from bad to dangerous. Why do you suppose, juice is worse than sugar? Sugar is a reasonable facsimile of honey. Nazarites were not to drink juice, but they ate a little honey. Samson ate honey, John the Baptist ate wild honey and locust beans, what they now call St. John's bread. Jesus, it says, ate curds and honey. Why is a little honey good, but juice bad? Sugar is glucose and sucrose, half carbohydrate and half sugars. Honey is the same. However most of you know honey contains a multitude of other micro elements. Raw honey even contains adrenalin from the bees! Juice however, is more fructose which is an even simpler form of sugar, which of course lends itself more readily to making alcohol, the simplest form of sugar. In your stomach, fructose combines more easily with proteins to make alcohol. It's much better to eat vegetables with your meal, than fruit. Fruit will serve the purpose of providing enzymes needed for good digestion, you don't need much though, just enough to brush your teeth when you're done eating. Apples are the best, horses even eat apples, they are less acidic, and they contain what they call pulpable fiber, and a good type of detergent that along with their crunchiness really cleans your teeth. The only thing better is cabbage and carrots, especially if you just ate  dessert with your dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now I have to write a book about vitamins. Ever since WWII they have been pumping us full of vitamins. Of course they keep discovering new vitamins and elements that the vitamins and minerals need to be absorbed and utilized. There seems to be no end. Most people still think vitamins are the solution to our depraved food supply. Now you can hardly buy anything that isn't supplemented. The big craze now is vitamin water. Vitamins are the solution and the more the better, right? I know many are going to be offended when I say, this is just another way to substitute our man made religion for what God has made. Who can possibly know how many of what kind of vitamins and elements you need. Should we pay some expert to make a wild somewhat educated guess for us?  It doesn't matter, it's just that, a wild ignorant (What we know is always dwarfed by what we don't know.) guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let me give you an example. They can tell all kinds of things about you with a blood test. They say that most Americans are deficient in vitamin B-12. They don't tell you though, that B-12 is on everything that's dirty. You even get it from your dirty hard working hands. We are so civilized though. We have soap. Not just soap either, a whole myriad of chemical cleaners and sterilants. See my previous article, "Less than 5 gallons, Less than 5 minutes" to learn all about the evils of soap. If you eat a certain amount of fresh food, right off the tree, or right out of the garden, like a good Indian you would not be deficient, believe me. The whole thing is, it's not just B-12. No one knows what all you're missing out on with your processed, sterilized, over cooked food. This time of year (Spring) I get Dandelions out of the yard to eat after meals when I feel like it. They are covered with a grey film. You see this on fresh fruit, about anything fresh picked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vitamins are not a good substitute for anything, especially good habits and a natural God given diet. The best thing we can do is grow our own food. It's a constant quest to acquire naturally grown food, do more cooking at home, and avoid processed food and drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can see from the list, the next chapter is on alcohol. I am loath to write it. From what I've written here already I think you can see the light. God didn't say, thou shalt not drink, He just gave us the example of the Nazarites.  It's not natural, it's not Biblical, it dishonors God and family and society, and it's a violation of personal stewardship, and every other responsibility. Instead, I'm going to tell you how to quit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sure it's tough, but it's as simple as going to the wilderness! The same goes for any of the other nasty adulterated substances you might be a slave to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The question is; do you really want to be free? If you want to experience uninhibited freedom, you have to experience the wilderness. The problem is people enjoy their addictions along with their artificial environment that supports it. You have to get away from the sights and sounds and distractions of the city. The television, the quick stop on the corner, the traffic, the noise and pollution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The climax of the Old Testament was when God took over 1 million people out of Egypt after 250 years or so, of bondage, and sustained them in the wilderness. Most of them were unhappy and ungrateful at the first hardship. They could have went straight to the promised land, cold turkey. Instead it took 40 years to purge the heathen influence, and that wasn't long enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can do it in just 40 days though! Moses (a type of Christ) fasted for 40 days alone in the wilderness before he could enter God's presence and receive His character written on stone. Jesus fasted alone in the desert for 40 days before he began his ministry. The true prophets of today (Although I haven't  seen them yet.) like John the Baptist, have been pioneering the way for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This has been my dream for many years, to provide a wilderness experience for young people, and in the process they can learn a trade, learn how to eat real food, and drink water, and do real work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The horses are therapeutic, the trees are therapeutic, the fresh air is therapeutic, the activity is therapeutic, the environment is therapeutic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 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St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-498353019874475238</id><published>2010-04-24T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:58:04.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't You be True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;White Trash Wendy - I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Words and Music - M. St. Germain - April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Our daughter Miranda, helped me get started on this. We went to visit and when I came back from the store one time, someone had parked in my spot. Our Grandson Gideon just 3 then, came running out. "Grandad, White Trash Wendy parked in your spot." It sounded so funny the way he said it. She would always come out to her car for her smoke break. We never knew the poor girls name, but Miranda got a picture of her car. If you know Miranda she's so clever and original and somewhat explicit with her terms. When we got back home 300 miles, I finished the song. It's a kind of confisticated rockabilly melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want to at least get these written down before they are lost. Since I've never recorded anything. I feel like I'm running out of time, since there's over 50 at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When we put ourselves in His Spot, we make a god of ourselves, and we are left to our own devices. "God resists the proud, but gives grace to the humble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Always parks in My spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;You used to be hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Now you're workin' overtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;And you're gettin' nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Your car doesn't shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;And you don't seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Where did you come from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;You were just havin' fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;But it's all over now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;There's no ticket to ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bad habits are cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Was just a big lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pre - chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where did you go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Was it at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Or was it at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is it really too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To learn a new song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't care if you're rich or poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The things I've said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Are worth so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't you worry how it all will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just take the time to put first things first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You were too young to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What you thought was trendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Was just the wrong road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now you're just gettin' by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There's no money to burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The lessons of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You're just startin' to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's too late to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes children are spendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When you're all alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But you can make a U-turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can get a new start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can read My Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And get out of the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pre - Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where did you go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Was it at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Or was it at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is it really too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To learn a new song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't care where you've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can build on the Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can be My friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't look back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hold your head up high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Come on Wendy don't make me cry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;White Trash Wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Won't you be true!&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/6627177016428155454-498353019874475238?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/498353019874475238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=498353019874475238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/498353019874475238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/498353019874475238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/wont-you-be-true.html' title='Won&apos;t You be True'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-4810379962618010957</id><published>2010-04-24T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:50:51.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Advents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heart  of  Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Words  M. St. Germain    2008    Music  M. St. Germain &amp;amp; Traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I came down in Love, and I touched you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With true Love, I taught you the Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My Word has the power to save. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I gave you Love that was perfect and true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just hoped that you'd love Me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I came down in Love and I met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With My life I showed you the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Living Word that saves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I gave you Love that was perfect and true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just hoped that you'd Love Me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just hoped that you'd Love Me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Soon I am coming, to your world again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Will you be ready this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'Cause there's a whole lot of Love that is waiting for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Down deep in this heart of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Down deep in this heart of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Last Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I give you Love that is perfect and true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just hope that you'll love Me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I JUST HOPE THAT YOU'LL LOVE ME TOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I estimate this to be the best song I've done. You have to hear it to believe it.&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/6627177016428155454-4810379962618010957?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4810379962618010957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=4810379962618010957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4810379962618010957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4810379962618010957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-advents.html' title='The Three Advents'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-7528773190253749902</id><published>2010-04-23T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:37:36.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Faith of a Child&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Words  M. St. Germain   2001   Music Traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am meek and lowly of heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Come, learn of Me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Learn of Me, children learn of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, learn of Me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instrumental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I came from heaven, to show you all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes, follow Me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Follow Me, children follow Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, follow Me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instrumental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm listening to those, that aren't afraid to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes, talk to Me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Talk to Me, children talk to Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, talk to Me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instrumental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want you to be, like a child today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes, like a child today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Like a child, like a child today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As innocent as a child today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Like a child, this is what you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I will give you the faith of a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is a beautiful, wonderful, little song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-7528773190253749902?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7528773190253749902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=7528773190253749902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/7528773190253749902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/7528773190253749902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/faith-of-child-words-m.html' title='Like a Child'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-5787518396565442995</id><published>2010-04-15T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:47:28.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everyone is called, few accept."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY  I  AM  HERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Count Your Loses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My Uncle Dave is a precious character. My mother's little brother. He's ten years older than I am. He was and is the father figure in my life. He came home from Viet Nam and the Marine Corps in 1968. He carried a 150 lb. mortar pack and he only weighed 150. He survived two helicopter crashes and escaped death more times than anyone I'm sure, before, during and since that time. Someday I want to write his story. I was with him on some of those crazy adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why was he there? Fighting for this country, the first truly free republic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;His, and my mother's cousin Donald Mac Trent, served in Korea in 1951 - 53. The stories he can tell. He's in his 80's now. What an ordeal, they say it was worse than Viet Nam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Their Uncle, my great Uncle, my Grandmother Cordelia's brother, Jack Trent was in the Marine Corps in WWII. Great Grandpa Trent lied about his age and got him in right before he turned 17! He served from the first invasion of Tarawa where they lost 1000 Marines the first day, clear through to the bombing of Hiroshima with the first atomic bomb. After all of that he had 57 pieces of shrapnel and lead retrieved from his body, besides those they never could extract. Until he died he could never make it through airport security!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Uncle Jack's father, my great grandfather, was Marion Francis Trent. One of his sons was Uncle Frank, or Francis Marion Trent. Do you know who Francis Marion was? He was one of the great heroes of the American Revolution. They called him the Swamp Fox. The British said, "The Devil himself couldn't catch Marion." Uncle Dave was called the Swamp Fox of the jungle. He flushed out the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why did those men like George Washington and our brave founding fathers, attempt such risks for our Independence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Great Grandpa Trent's father, my Great Great Grandfather was Crosby Trent. It's surprising to me, that I am starting to look like him in my old age. He was one of Lincoln's boys from Illinois. He was a wild man, even when he was old. He had several horses shot out from under him during the war. They had the Rebs chased clear down into Texas when news came that Lee had surrendered. Maybe you've seen the movie with John Wayne and Rock Hudson, "The Undefeated", based on the true story of the Confederate General Price (Hudson), who refused to surrender and escaped into Mexico. Well, needless to say, Crosby's group were a little excited, their superior officer, or inferior officer you might say, mustered them out of the service, at least what was left of their regiment and sent them home. The problem was, he was supposed to check in at the main headquarters, in Missouri I think it was. He found out later he was listed AWOL, and as a result he never got his back pay or his pension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What was that great struggle really about? More Americans were killed in the Civil War than all the other US wars combined. At the battle of Cold Harbor in 1864, Grant lost 3000 men, in 22 minutes. In the North they lost 10 percent of the males age 18 to 40. In the South it was over 30 percent. Many wanted to totally exterminate the aristocratic slave power and culture of the South in retribution. If not for Abraham Lincoln they would have. As it is, that war went on for another 100 years until 1963 when John F. Kennedy was shot. They were still lynching blacks in the early 1960's. Actually, it is still going on. I hate to think of the barbarism that would have taken place without the example and influence of "Father Abraham".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My maternal grandfather, Bert Carr, we followed his lineage all the way back to Roger Williams, in the early 1600's. I just discovered that Sarah Palin is also a descendant. When you go back 400 years nearly anyone could possibly be. Grandpa Carr was also Pennsylvania Dutch and French Canadian Indian. Remember Roger Williams was ostracized and survived the winter with the Indians. This is no doubt why my mother has always had the long, thick, course, black, hair and brown eyes, the prettiest thing you ever saw, when she was young. I also have some French and Indian on my Dad's side. I would like to have a DNA test done to see how much Negro blood I have. I think there is some on my Dad's side. So you can see, I am very much a true blooded American! Roger Williams envisioned and started the first real experiment in religious liberty. It is truly amazing that we accomplished true freedom in the founding of our country and the design of our constitution. Williams rightly claimed that the first tablet of the Ten Commandments should not be dictated by anyone, especially the government.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What really created this quest here for personal freedom of conscience and equality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To really answer the question, I'm going to go back even farther. Great Grandfather Trent and his wife Lena, had eleven children. They also took in a few others as their own during the Great Depression. Another one of their grandchildren is Aunt Carol, my mother's cousin of course. She married a good Mormon boy, Gordon Stewart. He always bragged about how his ancestors came over on the Mayflower with the Pilgrims. Carol started investigating the genealogy on the Trent side, and found out that our ancestors owned the Mayflower! They were Scotsmen that helped finance the Pilgrims and the boat to come to America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This brings us to the very basis of our reason for being here in this great country. It all started with Guttenberg's invention of the printing press in 1436. The light was going to start to shine after the darkest time in earth's history. For the first time in almost a thousand years, people would start to read God's Word for themselves! The Pilgrims, the Puritans, the Huguenots, the Mennonites, the Amish, etc. all would give their lives for freedom of conscience. That's how convicted they were with the knowledge they gained from having the Bible in their own hands and in their own language.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now I want to be more specific, and tell you some more interesting history to explain WHY  I  AM  HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I remember my Great Grandfather Trent. I was 8 when he died at 88, in 1963. He was an irascible old preacher. He never smoked or drank. He was an original Seventh Day Adventist. His first child, Aunt V, was born in California when he was logging in the Sequoia Redwood forest, in 1900. Here's the story I heard from my Grandmother's knee. Marion and Lena lived in a cabin in the logging camp with their new little baby, 15 miles from the nearest little town. It was so wild and remote, they had a hard time keeping their food away from the lions and the bears. They cut the biggest trees there and those that are left are still the biggest in the world. The first time they were ready to fall a big tree, after they had arrived, they sent someone to town 15 miles away to warn them to take the dishes down from the cupboards so they wouldn't break. Lena had a lot of dishes broken then, apparently she didn't think they were serious. Later they would have a dance on the stump (some were 30 ft. diameter!)to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here is another story. Marion was a short stout Englishman. After lunch when it was time to get back to work. Someone would jump up, grab the peavey,  and yell, "Whose afraid of the butt." They would scurry on each side of a heavy butt log and see who could roll the log against the other man. It didn't matter how big and strong they were, no one could get him down because he was short and quick and he'd get his shoulder under the peavey. The old loggers were a rough tough, hard working, hard drinking bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why do you suppose Marion Francis Trent gave up drinking, fighting, and gambling? Lying, cheating, and stealing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1900, was also the year Ellen White came back from Australia where she spent several years establishing Avondale College. She lived at Elmshaven in Saint Helena California until she died there at almost 88, in 1915. She is considered by millions to be a true prophet. She is the most widely translated female author. She received over 2000 visions. Her work began at the outset of the worldwide Advent Movement in the 1840's when she was just 16. For seventy years her primary work was to bring people back to the knowledge of the simple truth of the Bible. God gives specific tests in His Word to know a true prophet. The most obvious and essential, that they agree with Moses and the Ten Commandments. This was the mission of every prophet in history, to bring the people back to the basics of all truth. This was especially true of the Messiah. Here then is one of her quotes, give or take, "If the people would have just read the Bible for themselves, my life's work would not have been necessary." Any competent 5th grader can read the Bible and understand the basics of truth. "Every problem is based in false religion, every false religion is based on humanism." It's always been easier for people to believe in a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of the eleven plus Trent brothers and sisters. My grandmother, Cordelia, the second to the youngest was the only one baptized into the Seventh Day Adventist church. (On the same day as the second most powerful earthquake in history. Anchorage Alaska 1964.) All the others were absorbed into the California Philistine Culture. Most of them became alcoholics. Some of the boys died of alcoholism before their father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bert and Cordelia had four children. Uncle Dave, mentioned above, has been smoking and drinking all his life. His older brother Uncle Jim, started smoking and drinking when he was 12 or so. He died from lung cancer at the ripe old age of 57. My mother discovered Ellen White's book, "Great Controversy" in her mother's library in 1958, when she came back home, after my Dad left on his quest for women and horses. This was when I was about two. This was also the beginning of my education in health and fitness. Grandpa Trent's preaching started to make sense to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had a half brother 6 years younger. He took his own life when he was just 40. A victim of drugs and alcohol. I also have his brother 9 years younger than I am. He managed to escape the drug and alcohol business after spending time in prison and boot camp. Now he is a very successful, professional, responsible family, man in a foreman position.  My little sister and I are very close and very conservative in the truth, in God's Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now you know WHY  I  AM  HERE.  Don't count your loses. "The Word of God is living and active, sharper than any two edged sword." "No matter where you've been, it's never too late to get started on the right road." All we have to do is take Him at His Word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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/6627177016428155454-5787518396565442995?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5787518396565442995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=5787518396565442995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5787518396565442995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5787518396565442995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyone-is-called-few-except.html' title='&quot;Everyone is called, few accept.&quot;'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-3231041626217170379</id><published>2010-04-06T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:21:34.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miranda, Sarah, Violet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three Little Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Words M. St. Germain   2005   Music Jimmy Driftwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The last post reminded me of this one. Thought that while I was at it. Here you go. It's a lively tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Three little girls lived up in the hills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We'll have fun and away we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Without much money and not many frills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the mountains of Northern Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well they grew up good and they grew up strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We'll have fun and away we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They worked with their Daddy all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the woods of Northern Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then off to college they did commence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We'll have fun and away we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yeah those three girls had pretty good sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the State of Northern Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now you all can guess what happened there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We'll have fun and away we go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The boys they all began to stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;At the University of Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well they each found a boy just like there Pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We'll have fun and away we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The best thing about girls is son-in-law's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All in the State of Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now even more fun than all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So much fun and away we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is when I get a new grandkid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the mountains of Northern Idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-3231041626217170379?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3231041626217170379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=3231041626217170379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3231041626217170379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3231041626217170379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-little-girls-words-m.html' title='Miranda, Sarah, Violet'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-471015780800922900</id><published>2010-04-06T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:22:30.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grandad's Sawdust Mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sung to Big Rock Candy Mountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;M. St. Germain   2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I made this up for the grandkids when they come to play (work) with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On Grandad's sawdust mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We love to work and play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He makes the trees into boards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes, we'll know how they got that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the woods on Grandad's mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The horses work today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The limbs are cut into cords.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And the logs they drag away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The trees on Grandad's mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are cared for the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The best are left to make some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And the weak we'll saw today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The folks around Grandad's mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don't know that it's all play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They think that work is just a chore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And that Grandad likes the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-471015780800922900?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/471015780800922900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=471015780800922900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/471015780800922900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/471015780800922900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/work-and-play.html' title='Work and Play'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-3036713044977993364</id><published>2010-04-05T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:59:39.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Great Don Germain"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Last Ride"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Life and Times of Don Germain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I wanted to do this on my Dad's birthday also. I just found the copy though. So here is another of my poems I want to write down for posterity. I lay awake all night, the night before the funeral, (gathering) dreaming up this poem, in my head. I tried to share it at the gathering the next day, but I couldn't get through it. It's all true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He started out back in 1935.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;His Mamma's first born son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She was glad they were alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In Leavenworth Washington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He rode that one out in perfect style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Healthy, strong, and smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He would always make her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And never be far from her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With hardly a second spare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He finished his high school education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then he left town without a cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The same night of his graduation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He liked hard work, and he loved to ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The world was waiting, he HAD to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He learned the plumber's trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And he followed the rodeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now ridin' that rough stock, he went all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bulls and broncs on down the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Till time caught up with him one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;His last wild ride was in 1969.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But he never quit, there was plenty to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bull doggin' and ridin' and ropin' you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He won the world championship too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Team roping, in 1983.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just 20 years later, in the summer of 2003. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;While working and performing, he would not stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He heard the doctors say, he could not believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Two months is about all you've got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He was going down he knew he wouldn't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But there was so much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He had to take care of things, present and past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Before this ride was through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There was the last project, that had to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He built his own wooden pine box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then there was his last drive to town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That scared us all a hell of a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There was the last time on his feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We cried to see him fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Friends came from all around, with calls and letters sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then the Master came a callin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He planned everything so very careful. A gathering it would be called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You know he had a lot of pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;With a riderless horse and buckboard, to the graveyard to be hauled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Would this be this cowboy's last ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now we all wait to be re-united and we know that it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;While our tears we cannot hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In heaven and the earth made new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where there'll be NO LAST RIDE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/6627177016428155454-3036713044977993364?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3036713044977993364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=3036713044977993364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3036713044977993364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3036713044977993364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-don-germain.html' title='&quot;The Great Don Germain&quot;'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-5033821798185807034</id><published>2010-04-03T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:36:17.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Change of Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are you just another animal following the herd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We have a beautiful Percheron-Belgian gelding we named Leonardo da Vinci. His mama we named Mona Lisa. What would you expect, when they are working for Rembrandt Tree Care. Leonardo is the ideal work horse, about 1500 lbs, not too hard to get on and ride, thick stout legs, and short pasterns. He is also the bully, being the biggest. You've heard about the pecking order, well Leonardo has been at the top ever since he outgrew his mother. What do you do with a bully? This is just the natural order of things in the wild. So, what do you do with the tyrant? He has to learn his manners, right? Should you try and bring him down a notch or two? When I throw out their hay he kicks all the others away. Obviously he doesn't care if they starve. What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This reminds me of a story about Abraham Lincoln. In the middle of the war and all of the perplexities he had to deal with, one of the most powerful and belligerent governors came with a lot of baggage. No one wanted to deal with him and they reluctantly let him see the president. After he left in a couple of hours one of his cabinet members said, "How did you handle that guy?" or something to that effect. Lincoln said, like he almost always did, "Let me tell you a story." Then he went on, "Back in Illinois a farmer found a big windfall in his field. It was too big to move, and too knotty for any good wood, so he just plowed around it. In the last two hours I plowed completely around governor so and so." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You never want to get in a fight with a horse, if you do, your going to lose! Horses are so much stronger and tougher than we are, and they have a tremendous capacity to access adrenalin, which makes them even ten times stronger. This reminds me of the old saying, "Sometimes it's a noble thing to fight evil, but this is not our job, our task is to bring more light." It's usually better to avoid the confrontation and redirect things, plow around so to speak. At the same time look for opportunities to enlighten the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Horses do learn manners and respect, but they learn them from being around you, and your conduct. Sometimes you feel like cracking them over the head with a two by four. You can't retaliate. You can imagine what kind of a wild monster you would have after that. Too many raise their children like a tyrant and permissive at the same time, then they wonder what happened, when their kids start to turn into teenagers and there is a constant battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've found I have to respect the bully and his position. In fact I give our relationship first priority. He's my best horse! I throw the hay to him first. Then I go around him. I spread the hay out in 6 or 7 piles. This gives the other two plenty of room to eat. There's nothing Leo can do to stop them. He soon gives up chasing them back and forth. Yes there are better ways to deal with the bullies. This goes along with the old axiom, "If you have bad blood to deal with in your community, the only solution is for stronger men to exercise their superior mental and spiritual ability, not just their physical strength." As soon as it becomes a physical contest, you ultimately have war! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Horses are creatures of habit, so are people. My Dad spent his life riding and training competition horses. He was an urban cowboy. Grew up in Los Angeles. He was good friends with Charlie Sampson, the first Negro world champion bull rider. Charlie grew up in the Watts district of L.A. The slum you might say. He started getting involved in rodeo to get away from the gang violence. Dad left Harbor City where he grew up there, on the same night of his high school graduation. He went to Nevada for many years. I was born near Lake Tahoe California on the Nevada border. Then he went to Idaho. I worked with him in Boise in the plumbing and excavating business, in the summers from 1969 to 1973. He lived exactly in the middle of Montana until he died, but he went back to the L.A. area in the winters. Harbor City is not far from Rolling Hills, which at that time was rated as one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country. They have more miles of bridal paths than they do streets and alleys. You can ride forever, all the way down to the beach, whatever. Don Germain was one of those self made men that could do anything he put his mind to, and do it better than most. EVERYONE else was an idiot. One of his favorite things to do there in the city was to impress the city slickers. When he was done riding every evening he knew exactly what his horses would do. There were often spectators who came to see real horses and riders. After he undressed the horses he would turn them out and yell, "Now, go roll in the dirt." (they were hot and sweaty) then he would say, "Now, go get a drink." Then, "Now, go eat your food." Of course some people were totally amazed that his horses understood English!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There's more to life than just learning. More even than always changing in the right direction. There has to be more even than just being a good person. Being a good person doesn't cut it. You need a change of heart. It doesn't matter how good or proficient you are, without the Holy Spirit, you are just pretending. In fact your proficiency could be dangerous. What good is it to be "....rich and increased with goods." if you are lost? Jesus said, "Blessed are the poor, for their's is the kingdom of God." Without the simple faith of a child, we are just another animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The best trained world champion horse, is still just a horse, and only thinks about his own survival. Animals can learn manners, and tricks and even how to serve their master. There's a real irony here though, they are not sinners. Without a change of heart, people can be much worse than animals, thanks to the sin problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here is a paraphrase of one of Mark Twains parables. "Do you know the difference between a dog and a man? If you take in a dog and give him all the privileges he never dreamed of, then you put him back out, because you realize he's just always gonna be a dog. HE  DOESN'T  BITE  YOU !!!  This is the difference between a dog and a man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you know the real difference between us and animals? We were made in God's image. What difference does that make? The only picture God has given of Himself is the Ten Commandments. This tells us the difference. Jesus was the embodiment of the Law. What does it say? "Always put God first and always think of others." This requires the faith of a child. In fact Jesus said, "...except you become as a little child, you will in no way enter the kingdom of heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This brings us to the real question. Are you really successful or are you just a good performer? Have you got it all together, or are you just an actor? Are you really a good person, or are you just doing a good job of pretending? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Without a change of heart you are not a good person, you're just a good animal. That is always fatal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-5033821798185807034?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5033821798185807034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=5033821798185807034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5033821798185807034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5033821798185807034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/change-of-direction.html' title='Change of Direction'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-6741315084349944640</id><published>2010-04-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:54:30.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now  Is  The  Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Words  St. Germain and Traditional -  Music  M. St. Germain and Traditional  2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now is the time, for love and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The day will pass like summer storms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The winter wind, will follow after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But there is Love, and Love is warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now is the time, to know your Maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is the time, He's dreaming of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don't just be, another taker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now is the time, to know true Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is a time, for us to wander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When love is young, and so are we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The trees are greener, over yonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The trail is new, the world is free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There comes a time, when the leaves are fallin'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The trees are grey, the trail is old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The snow will come, the geese are callin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You'll need a fire, against the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So do your roaming in the springtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Find your love, in the summer sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The frost will come, and bring the harvest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And you will rest, when the day is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is one of the best songs you've ever heard!&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/6627177016428155454-6741315084349944640?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6741315084349944640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=6741315084349944640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6741315084349944640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6741315084349944640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-day.html' title='Life Is A Day'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-156525586571432396</id><published>2010-04-02T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:35:57.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Germain  04-02-35 to 09-15-03 (age 68)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowboy Changes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Words  M. St. Germain   2005   Music  Traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Since this is my Dad's birthday, I thought it would be good to post this. Every word is true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've often wished time would slow down to a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So me and my conscience could have a long talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I've raced to the finish in life's crazy game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seeking this cowboy's fortune and fame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've left all my lovers and family behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've broke so many hearts, time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What have I won what have I gained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Death leaves all men the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now this cancer has gotten into my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I thank the Good Lord, I'm feeling no pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have plenty to eat, and good water to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But there's nothing to do, just lie here and think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now that time has slowed down to a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me and my conscience must have a long talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes all of my life I've been independent and free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now my children have come to take care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And my grandson too, a fine young man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With his mother's help I'm able to stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I've accepted the truth, and with every breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I praise God I have no fear of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The trophies I've gained the titles I've won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cannot compare to the gift of God's Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With the time I have left, I'll make peace with my brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And get to know my sons and daughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now that time has slowed down to a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me and my conscience must have a long talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now they've moved me into the hospice room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I have an angel that keeps out the gloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Patricia's her name, she was sent from heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She stays by my side 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's a mystery to all why her love is so fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've left her for others but she didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Patricia my angel, I was so blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is it too late to claim you, forever as mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sit here beside me, hold my one good hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Soon we'll all be together, in that promise land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now that time has slowed down to a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me and my conscience must have a long talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Great song. Have to record it someday. Worth millions and millions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-156525586571432396?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/156525586571432396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=156525586571432396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/156525586571432396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/156525586571432396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/04/don-germain-04-02-35-to-09-15-03-age-68.html' title='Don Germain  04-02-35 to 09-15-03 (age 68)'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-6360301796068927339</id><published>2010-03-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:58:54.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Law of Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Less than 5 gallons. Less than 5 minutes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proper Use of Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is the next in the series on the Laws of health. This is so important. We are, "Dying for lack of knowledge." as the Bible says. I hear about people all the time that are dying from cancer, and their not old, and they can't understand why. They are so careful about their diet, many of them vegetarians, and even vegans. Of the seven laws of health, proper diet is only number 6. This doesn't do much for you without the others.  "A chain is only as strong as it's weakest link." They are all linked together. If you break one you break them all. James 2 : 10. Here is the whole list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1: Fresh air.  2: Sunlight.  3: Rest.  4: Exercise.  5:  Abstemiousness.  6:  Proper diet.  7:  Proper use of water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then is number 8. Trust in divine power.  Positive attitude. This is ideally involved in all the 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;At the other end of the spectrum is zero. Which would be total carelessness. Kind of like the 7 colors of the rainbow.  Zero is black, the absence of color, and 8 is white, like white light. If you spin a wheel with all 7 colors there equally, it will look white. You can see all of these in a natural open fire. Everything from black to white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is quite a delicate subject. With our unlimited supply of hot water and plumbing and energy, no one wants to think about living without it, and they sure don't want anyone to tell them they are too clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;True to form, we are going to start, with a look at history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Our so called civilization, started with Babylon, Biblically speaking the first world power. It was the Romans ( 4th world power.) that really implemented a worldwide system of roads, canals, architecture, politics, and their hierarchal slave system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All over the old Roman empire, and especially Europe are the remnants of their hot bath houses. Made with rocks or bricks and the concrete mortar they used that was invented in those times. These were for the ruling upper class. You can imagine how much it cost to keep all that water hot, and how many slaves to keep the fires going, and how they stripped the forests, just so they could soak in hot water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This was the beginning of the white races of people. Only slaves worked out in the sun and were smelly and sweaty and dirty. The aristocrats sat around in the shade and soaked in hot water! Sure there were always lighter and darker shades of people, but they were just different shades of brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There are serious comparisons to the fall of the Roman Empire and what we are doing today in modern civilization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The first is destructive farming practices. The Romans made the Sahara desert, with their slave power, clearing and burning new land so they could feed their people and their armies and grow their cotton. Now the whole world is adopting American (The sixth world power.) farming methods, all dependent on artificial fertilizer herbicides and pesticides, developed from fossil fuel. Now we even have the added attraction of "Frankenstein" genetically altered farming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Second is chemical poisoning. The elite Romans had expensive lead cookware. They even added powdered lead to their food. Their expert scientists said it was a good supplement. I'm going to try not to write a book here about our modern scientific tampering with Nature and the evolutionistic idea that God didn't create anything but we will evolve to the point where we will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; No one believes that real food is any good anymore, which is true for the most part, however no one could possibly know what to add, let alone how much, and no more is not better. Extra vitamins,  supplements, and stimulants create other problems from imbalances, not to mention the strain on your liver and kidneys. You think eating lead was stupid? We are killing ourselves with innumerable contaminants from aluminum and plastic, to chemicals and pharmaceuticals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Third is their hot baths. They theorize that diseases were growing and spreading in these communal hot houses. They didn't have chlorine, BUT  WE  DO!!!  We are so smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This created a reaction that produced the opposite effect. Rome fell into decline, overrun by dirty smelly barbarians that were healthier and stronger. Earthy people always are. There own slaves would have been healthier and stronger if not for the problem of being over worked. You will notice in the list of health principles, rest is before exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For many years after this, a lot of people believed bathing would make you sick. Even in George Washington's time most people only took a bath once or twice a year, although this is better than soaking in hot water everyday, that is if you have clean laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the mid to late 1800's, and even until the mid 1900's in many places, clean people took a bath once a week. I want you to understand why they weren't really clean, and why they were just getting whiter. Now we have millions of people with no complexion. Some are even allergic to the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you have any idea what soap and hot water does to your skin? Sure, it gets you real nice and clean for about one minute, by then you've totally exposed your skin to deeply absorb a myriad of dirty critters. All it does is break down your skins natural protection, leaving it wide open. Well, of course now we have plumbing. We can take a hot soapy bath everyday. Do you know how toxic and caustic soap is? If you don't believe me just put the smallest amount in your mouth, or get it in your eyes. Just a small concentration in a river or lake will break down the protection of the skin of fish. Just hot water alone turns you to mush. Great warriors of the past knew this. From Alexander the Great to John L. Sullivan. They only bathed in cold water. They say there are more bacteria on your skin than there are people on the earth, and a hot shower makes them grow and multiply!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When my wife was little, her mother took her and her little brother and sister to the doctor. They were sick all the time. The doctor said, "They are too clean. They need to play in the dirt everyday." That was 45 years ago. Just two years ago I heard about a study that showed a definite link with the use of soap and cancer in children. The sicker we get the more paranoid we are and the more sterilants we use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyone can see we are creating an opaque race, devoid of pigment, and vulnerable to the sun. I should receive the Noble Peace prize for preventing cancer and saving water and energy. Instead, I'm crazy because I'm the only one telling you this. Who wants to hear that germs are natural, soap is bad, hot water is debilitating, and sunshine is good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know, "Of the writing of books there is no end." There's just too much too learn or unlearn on this subject. We need to look at the Biblical perspective. The Bible gives us everything we need to know about every aspect of life. In all the council given to Moses by God for sanitation and hygiene, cold water was the only prescription for cleaning anything. The word soap isn't in the Bible. It does mention the fuller or soap maker. Soap belongs in the laundry. The Jews were always known for their healthy complexion and odor, and their hard work. It's not like they were lazy and smelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What about today? Do we have any up to date counsel about how to bathe? Yes we do. It's what the Bible calls the Spirit of Prophecy. What is it? Let me explain, that is if you aren't tired of reading my bath book. The Spirit of Prophecy is the Spirit of inspiration that gave us the books of the Bible. Even though it was written by various human instruments (Prophets), it was "God breathed." The Bible also gives several criteria for testing a true prophet. Mainly that they agree with the Law and Moses. Isaiah 8 : 20. Everything has to be based on the Ten Commandments, especially the way we interpret the Bible. You can't build anything on the sinking shifting sands of human opinion. I Corinthians 14 tells us that the gift of prophecy is the greatest gift in the church. Do you know why Paul was inspired to say that? It was because God's professed people had murdered most of the prophets and had rejected the Messiah, the greatest prophet of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nothing has changed. Very few today would accept a modern prophet, for the same reason. They were all imperfect humans. Even if they were perfect they would not be perceived as such. Look at what they did to Immanuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;From the beginning of the Advent movement in the early 1840's until her death in 1915 at the age of 87. Ellen White had over 2000 visions and wrote more than any other author on health and fitness, medical insights, hydrotherapy, diet, the dangers of caffeine, tobacco, drugs, etc. etc. Like I said in her day, clean people took a bath once a week. She said to take a bath everyday. Unfortunately many people never read the whole story. Here are the other important quotes from her pen. "Frequent hot baths of a long duration are debilitating." "Cold water is beneficial, and tones the system." She took a short sponge bath every morning. This makes much more sense than stewing in hot soapy water once a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I take a quick hot cold splash every morning. In the winter here the water is nice and cold. I swish the tub out until my feet start to ache. Then a hot splash under the arms, etc. Then the cold rinse. I really feel grimy if I don't get a good cold rinse. This closes your pores, kills germs, and stimulates your circulation and lymph system. The hot and cold really gets you clean. I never get water on my back. In the spring I still have some permanent tan left. I tan right up nice, early in the spring without getting burned. First you learn to negotiate, then appreciate cold water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Showers are evil and gross. It takes more time to clean them adequately than the time it takes to shower. They never get cleaned unless you have a butler or maid. They rain down from the top and ruin your skin from the top down. In a tub you submerse the worst and wash from the bottom up. This can be done with very little water and effectively, because you rinse with cold clean cheap water. You preserve your hide on top where you need the protection from the sun beating down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is so foreign to modern man. Just remember, if you never took a bath, but had clean clothes to put on everyday, you would be cleaner than most of the people who ever lived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Natives used to have fun, all they had to do was steal a cowboy's clothes and he'd burn up in the sun. Being a pale face is a sad story. Statistics show they have about 10 times greater risk of  skin cancer. Dark skinned people absorb sunlight more readily if they get out, but their cancer is more internal. Most fair skinned people would never dream of getting a tan, even if they knew how. They say,  "That's the way I am, I'm just a Caucasian. Did you know that the Australian Aborigines are Caucasian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What can you do? Let's take a look, and review some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To begin with, start young. It's so critical what happens when your young. Whether it's diet or exercise or schooling. Mental, physical, or spiritual. "From childhood you have learned the Holy Scriptures that make you wise unto salvation." II Timothy 3 : 15. Children should play outside in the sunshine and dirt all summer. Instead of spending days in the water and chlorine getting burned on their face and shoulders. This is the time to gain a complexion for life. Kids only need a couple of inches of hot water in the tub. Then you pull the plug and turn on the cold water and let them introduce themselves. In many cultures, mainly the poor primitive ones, children played outside all summer naked, until they were 5 or 6. I know it sounds so "uncivilized." It's easy to imagine though, out in the wilderness. Clothes were just scarce. Diapers were a real nuisance. This also satisfies youngsters curiosity about the opposite sex while they are still innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Stay out of the water, especially hot or chlorine water. If you are short on color you really can't afford it. Here is something else most people don't know. One of the ways you get vitamin D and other nutrients from the sun is when your skin absorbs your own sweat, especially in the sun. "The best bath you can take is a sweat bath, and the best sweat bath is a sunbath."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you know the best thing to put on a sunburn? NOTHING!!! Don't forget this. There is nothing that helps a sunburn. Any kind of lotion or aloe just seals in the heat and messes up the chemistry of your skin. You don't want to dilute the tanning juices with water either, while they are doing their job. I know it's hard to do, but that's just the way it is. When I get a little burned, just enough to turn into a tan, I put on a soft cotton T shirt. In the summer when I get sweaty and dirty, I just put on a clean T shirt, unless I'm real hot and dirty, then I take a quick cold splash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eat your carrots, and other fresh yellow and green things, and even cooked squash like the Indians did. This provides vitamin A, and color, and helps produce melanin, and makes up for a multitude of evils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've mentioned this before. Don't wear a stupid duckbill hat. You need a tan on your forehead. This is vital if your face is turning red instead of tanning. Those hats shade your eyes, but your ears and neck and nose are toast. If you have to be out in the sun and your getting baked and fried, you need a full wide brim, maybe even with a curtain in the back. In the winter I can't stand anything that blocks the sun. I wear what we call a sherpa or Inca wool stocking type hat. The ultimate is the Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone, coonskin cap. I have one that I made from two raccoons. It's a $500.00 hat believe it or not. If it's really cold I put that thing on and my head is so warm I feel like I'm in by the stove. I'm sure it would prevent head aches, head colds, baldness, and grey hair!!! I can't believe how many wear those stupid baseball hats all winter,  they don't even take them off to eat. I wonder if they sleep with them on, the way their hair sticks out the hole in the back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Another thing that needs to be addressed is, underarm odor. Your parents or grandparents probably told you when you got older, to go back in the shower with the soap and not come out until you didn't smell anymore. There's a few things to know about this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some people have a strong body odor and still smell when they get out of the bath. If they soak in enough hot water it gets the impurities out well enough for a few hours. They still have to have deodorant. The best deodorant I've found is alcohol. I use it to wash under my arms with tissue real well. Usually just once a week before church. Maybe for some other get together. Once a week will kill those bacteria before they get out of hand, if you get cold water every morning and wear wool. Sometimes a cotton T shirt will make me smell right away. In old times some people used strong wine or whiskey.  Naturally, you will smell better if you put the alcohol under your arms instead of down your throat! The most important though is diet, knowing good habits of eating and drinking. If I eat onions it will take 3 days for it to get out of my system. Eat real food and drink water. This is the best prescription for everything. Now I'm getting into "#6. Proper Diet." I will write that book later. Onions and garlic are toxic. They can be medicinal obviously, when they will kill most everything but you. They can poison livestock. I call them Nature's chemotherapy. You don't want to be on a steady diet of that kind of medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-6360301796068927339?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6360301796068927339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=6360301796068927339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6360301796068927339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6360301796068927339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/03/7th-law-of-health.html' title='7th Law of Health'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-8414217999479932222</id><published>2010-02-24T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:50:08.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"There's No Such Thing as Bad Weather!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Just poor clothing, poor circulation, and a poor attitude!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is an extension of the previous article, "Surviving Summer". You need to read it also. That is if you want to survive. You can see the 7 last plagues coming right down on us. The first one is sickness and disease. Second, the ocean starts to die. Third, the rivers begin to die. Fourth, men will be scorched with great heat. Then comes the darkness and cold. Then more extreme weather, great hail stones. Then the worldwide earthquake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To begin with, right now, just to survive the pollution in the water and the food chain, you need optimum fresh air and sunshine. The first thing all patients need is fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The northern latitudes have the highest cancer rate. My father lived exactly in the middle of Montana, which has the highest cancer rate of all the 50 states. He died in 2003 at the age of 68 from skin cancer that had moved into his brain. This was unexpected because, not only was he a great athlete, and never smoked or drank, his ancestors especially on his mother's side all lived to nearly 100. In fact my grandmother died 3 years later at 93.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To begin to analyze this we need to go way back and try to understand the history of the human race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Before Noah's flood, we lived to 800 or so. Why do you suppose that is? The Bible says that in the beginning there were two lights. Did you know that most solar systems are two sun systems? Some are 3 or 4, so I've heard. There was more light, but it was filtered. Creation scientists estimate that the vapor barrier that enveloped the globe was 11 miles thick. They also say that there were 3 atmospheres of pressure, which caused everything to be much more oxygenated. This was the only way some of those huge dinosaurs could have lived. You get the picture, more light, more oxygen, these are the first two laws of health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now this brings me back to my subject. People in the northern latitudes suffer more cancer cases obviously due to the lack of light, but why, more than they did, say 100 years ago? This would be evident I think, even disregarding the pollution factor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The answer is in the previous article just mentioned. The average American now spends 90% of their time inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, here is the real question. What is the best way to get sunlight in the winter? Obviously, people in the north suffer from light deprivation, especially during those short days. You might be surprised to learn that winter is the best time to soak up the sun. You are probably wondering what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm about as pale faced as they come. Red hair and blue eyes. The summer sun is brutal. I was past 40 when I finally found out how to keep a tan. I used to spend all summer every year getting sunburned. There is a lot to know about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It all begins with knowing how to dress, and of all things, how to bathe. I start early in the spring to retrieve my tan, by dressing right. I saw an actual photograph once of native Nez Perce bucks with their deerskin leggings, no shirts, and snow on the ground, and their headdresses on. If you keep your head and your feet warm, you'll be warm. If I don't get out early in the spring, it gets too hot and I get burned before I get tanned. You know what happens on the first hot weekend. Everyone heads for camp and the beach so they can get fried in spite of their sunscreen. Later in the summer when it's really hot, I try to stay in the shade. I still take an occasional sun bath though in my shorts during the summer, to try and get a complete even tan. I never get sun burned more than a little sensation, enough to turn into more tan. Like I said in the previous article, most people only get sun on their ears, nose, back of the neck and forearms. Then they don't tan, they just turn red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now, back to the question, "How do you get sun in the winter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Like I just said, before the flood it was warm and cloudy and bright. They never saw the bare naked sun. Even at night when there was just the lesser light there was a lot of energy everywhere. Reflected light is just as beneficial and more than safe, and there's a lot more to light than we can know. It's not just the heat and the light, it's the energy, the electricity, and the elements, and other properties, all of which none of us completely understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want to tell you how to be a healthy sun collector and absorber, instead of a sick cave dweller, hiding from the sun everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#1. The first single most important thing you can do for your health is, sleep outside! Especially if you work inside. "Artificial heat destroys the vitality of the air." E.G.W. Over 100 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The worst thing you can do is sleep by the heater. Open the windows, get some cross ventilation. If you're sick, stuff yourself in as many blankets as you can find and stick your head out the window! Millions of patients have died needlessly, when they would have lived if they could have had air. "The best indoor air is worse than the worst outside air in Los Angeles on a smoggy day." The energy, the vitality, and the elements of sunlight are outside, some more so at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2. Dress to be outside. In the northern climes, you want to always be warm and comfortable. When you come inside you want to be choking for fresh air and heading back out. In other words if you are always looking for a heater because you are cold, something is wrong. If you have poor circulation like I do, you have to over dress. I ruined my circulation when I was young, trying to be the tough guy. You see this with the school kids all the time. They have to go to school half naked in the middle of winter so that no one will think they are a sissy. Remember, cold of a short duration stimulates your circulation. Over exposure to cold for a long duration can permanently damage your circulatory system's performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3. Wear pure wool. God says to wear pure unadulterated wool. The Bible has the answer to everything. Look how the animals survive with their fur. Wool collects light and electricity, and conducts it to your skin. It also conditions your skin and allows it to breath freely. Cotton is dead and dark, blocking out all the light. I see people all the time that are all bundled up in cotton coats and sweats. They look like they can't keep warm. No matter how much they have on they seem to be shivering in the dark. The rescue experts will all tell you that you will most likely survive lost in the wilderness or whatever if you are wearing wool. If cotton gets wet you are in trouble. This is the best way to get light. You might say filtered light. Instead of the brutal summer sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the old times this wasn't so critical because most people spent most of their time outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like to wear pure wool sweaters. If it's real cold I'll have three of them on. It works great. The more sweaters I have on, the more I feel like I'm collecting more light. Even when you go inside you are still reaping the benefits of the outdoor elements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once the cold weather comes in the fall, I can't stand to wear anything else. Then I rotate them. I have certain ones I like to wear to bed, others for when I get out of the bath, and of course those for work. I hang some of them outside to air out. This reduces the laundry considerably. Wool has a natural magic way of cleaning itself, and your skin. I would like to have one of those 2 inch thick Australian wool mattress pads. They are supposed to help arthritis. It's like getting light at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The colder it is the more it stimulates my circulation. No matter how bad the weather is, I come in sweating, warm and toasty. I have to stay out and work long enough to get my blood going though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what everyone needs, to get out and deal with it everyday, hot or cold. The extreme heat and cold purges your system. This is so important, and it may only require an hour or two a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-8414217999479932222?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8414217999479932222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=8414217999479932222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8414217999479932222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8414217999479932222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/02/surviving-winter.html' title='Surviving Winter'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-3747015043695789939</id><published>2010-01-29T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T06:56:23.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marble King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pearl of Great Price&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" A Good Reputation is Worth more the Gold "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I remember when I was very young, I was totally obsessed with marbles. At one point in my childhood it seems like they were the most wonderful and valuable thing I knew. A good part of the attraction came from the fact that they came in so many endless, beautiful varieties. There were, Cat Eyes, Clearies, Beachballs, Alabasters, Clays, Pewters, Chinas, Indians, etc. etc. We were always testing the different marbles we owned to determine which were the best shooters that would stick. A good shooter would stick and send the enemy marble out of the ring, at which point of course it became a prisoner. If you're shooter was still in the ring you got another shot. It wasn't that long ago when most kids played marbles. Now this great American pastime has been largely replaced with high tech garbage. I think I was exceptional at least in the sense that I really liked marbles. I still do. How could anyone not like them? They're beautiful. I was different though. I couldn't understand why other kids lost interest and before long they had lost all their marbles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, at some point in time, I came to realize that marbles were really cheap and worthless, but I still liked them. Now they have more of a sentimental, symbolic, value. What do you suppose those marbles represent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I became a teenager, I still liked marbles. While other kids were going crazy and doing crazy things, I was working and studying. Learning to run a chainsaw and play guitar. When I got into high school, I still liked marbles. When other kids were hot rodding around blowing there parents money and getting in trouble. I was working. Helping my Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles. When I became an adult I still liked marbles. While my contemporaries were getting into "Fast cars and whiskey, long haired girls and fun." I was working. Hoping to start a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the Bible pearls are symbolic of the precious truth hidden in God's Word. Jesus said, "The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant man seeking valuable pearls." When he had found the greatest pearl, he paid everything he had for it. In reality, the pearl itself has no value other than in what it represents. It's kind of the same way with gold, which represents obedience. Maybe you've heard of the "Gold of Obedience." The funny thing is, our disobedience is what we often wind up trading for gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know the old saying, "All that glitters is not gold." It's so easy for young people to believe that the pearl is what has value. How can they begin to learn that gold is superficial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Beware of the deceitfulness of riches." God's Word is an inexhaustible treasure house. The best things in life are free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/6627177016428155454-3747015043695789939?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3747015043695789939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=3747015043695789939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3747015043695789939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3747015043695789939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/01/marble-king.html' title='Marble King'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-8106799145946561037</id><published>2010-01-29T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:35:34.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know that You Know Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do You Really Know Me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Words M.St.Germain   2008   Music Traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You come to My house. Again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you come to worship My Holy Name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are you learning about Me? In the Book  of  My Law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You are My creation. The wonder of it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are you sure your listening, when I come to call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you know you know Me? Do you know that you know Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you really know Me......at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you my disciple? What is your goal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am I the Master. Of your heart and soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can you overcome. The world and it's snares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Without My spirit. How would you fare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you sure your listening, When I come to call?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you know you know Me? Do you know that you know Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you really know Me......at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you a slave? To the world and it's ways?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Would you be free? And be mine today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you afraid? To stand for the right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just let Me help you. Come to the Light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be still and listen. I'll tell you again. I was there in the beginning. I'll be there in the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make sure you're listening. When your name I call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You won't want to hear Me. You won't want to hear Me. You won't want to hear Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Say, "I never knew you.......at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is another remake of one of the great Don Williams hits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-8106799145946561037?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8106799145946561037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=8106799145946561037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8106799145946561037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8106799145946561037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-know-that-you-know-me.html' title='Do You Know that You Know Me'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-4044793970675780230</id><published>2010-01-27T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:58:06.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N E E D   a   J O B ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;" Don't  leave  any  stone  unturned."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;During the great depression of the 1930's, there were hordes of people out of work. Panic was everywhere. Of course the same thing happened naturally to a lesser extent every so many years before and since. Looking back we can see the country was still young and there was still lots of room to grow. After 10 years of depression and the government trying to fix things, it was WWII that really got us going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;While some people were jumping out of high rise windows, killing themselves because their money was gone, others were finding opportunities. In fact there are a lot of good solid companies that were started and built at that time that are still strong today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No matter what happens, the trees will still keep growing, certain things will still be needed. Certain services will still have to be provided. People will still need food and shelter and transportation. Some things will even increase in demand. It's a little more serious now because everything has been overbuilt. Especially here in this country, and with all this globalization, it's hard to imagine that we will maintain our so called standard of living. This is all the more reason to re-assess and re-evaluate your situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've had an ongoing ad through the Dept. of Labor for the last 4 months for a journeyman arborist with a minimum of 5 years professional experience. $20.00 an hour depending on experience. 3 people have called, none of them were even close to being qualified. I try to give them council and advice though. People can really get desperate, I'm sure you know about the crime and the gangsters they had during the 30's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before you give up I hope you will listen to reason. Here are some common sense solutions to begin with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number One:&lt;/b&gt;  Get your butt in gear! If you really want to get a job, get busy, "Your days of idleness are over." You say, "There's nothing to do." Nonsense, there's alway something to do. "There's no excuse for doing nothing." "The only thing worse than doing nothing is watching TV, at least if you're doing nothing you might be thinking." Get in the habit of getting up and eating breakfast and doing the work that's in front of you, everyday. Staying up at night tends to depression. "Despair is a poor excuse for not having a sense of purpose, and having a sense of purpose is the best way to avoid despair." Naturally the work for the day might be looking for a job. If you've done everything you can think of that could possibly need doing, start studying. Yes this is work too. There's no time to waste, "There's only two kinds of people, those who study and those who watch television." Improve yourself every way. Be prepared. If you think you can sit around until some wonderful perfect job comes along, forget it, those days are over. Besides, what you imagine to be the perfect job is probably no such thing. It is likely just a miserable way to make money and abandon your family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The competition is getting tough. Who do you think is going to win? If you really want to work, think and act like someone with ambition and work ethic. I know this is disagreeable with a lot of people because they have spent there life learning that there is no dignity in labor. Real work is something to be avoided. We are all too smart for that now. Work is for the lower classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number Two:&lt;/b&gt; Think, imagine, dream. "Imagination is more valuable than knowledge." Einstein. "The greatest task of civilization is to teach people to think." Edison. You might have to think outside the box to get past the competition. Otherwise you might have to make your own job. Don't get involved in wild speculation. Concentrate on necessities. Things people need. Avoid novelties, ornaments, and gimmicks. Stick with the basic affordable staples of the common people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you are reading this you could be one that can't seem to find anything and running out of time. "Don't worry, be happy." Think positive. Be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number Three: &lt;/b&gt;Have faith. In a way you might say this should be first. It's easy to go from one extreme to the other when it comes to faith and work. You cannot please Him without faith. Hebrews 11 : 06. In a way though faith is work. You could say the same about Love. Love is faith ( work ) in action. If you ever get confused, remember this to get your priorities straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The four basic priorities of life. &lt;/b&gt;In order of importance. &lt;b&gt;Work, Church, School, Play. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone works whether they go to church or not. Church is essential for children, fellowship, worship, family, education. "Children should grow up learning the Holy Scriptures, this will make them wise unto salvation." II Timothy 3 : 15. School is just an extension of church. Play is incidental. Too many have it all backwards, thinking that work and school are what you do so you can go play.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What would you think if I said that God really exists, and more than that He is in complete control of everything. Why is the world in such a mess? Most people don't really believe this, and they don't know Him. "God has a thousand ways to provide for us of which we no nothing." The fact is most people just need to be poor, but "It ain't necessarily so." You don't have to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember, "God is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him." Hebrews 11 : 06.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-4044793970675780230?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4044793970675780230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=4044793970675780230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4044793970675780230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4044793970675780230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-your-act-together.html' title='Getting it Together'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-2879629958636714208</id><published>2010-01-26T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:34:09.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  Believe  in  You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Words M. St. Germain &amp;amp; traditional.  2009   Music traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't believe technology.                     Can save the world or make us free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't believe that we will find.            The answer in our human minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That man evolved from lower forms.   Or some chaotic cosmic storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That we can live in harmony.                 Until we gain the victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But I believe in Love. I believe Your Word. I believe in family. I  BELIEVE  IN  YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't believe we'll know true Love. Without the Wisdom from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't believe the words of men. Unless they rhyme with Your Commands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That Truth belongs to any group. We have to see the living proof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I am just an ordinary man. At least I know just where I stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But I believe in Love. I believe in music. I believe in miracles. I  BELIEVE  IN  YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know with all certainty. What's going on with You and me. Is a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's true.  I  BELIEVE  IN  YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I can't believe that we've survived. With all the evil things we've tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I can't believe we are so blind. You've saved the world so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Even though we curse Your Name. You want to save us all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;I don't believe that You'll be back. 'Till all Your Words have come to pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But I believe in Love. I believe in goodness. I believe in children. I believe in You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes I believe in Love. I believe in babies. I believe in Mom and Dad.  ...AND,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I  BELIEVE  IN  YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a remake of a song that was a big hit for Don Williams about 40 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-2879629958636714208?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2879629958636714208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=2879629958636714208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2879629958636714208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2879629958636714208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-believe-in-love.html' title='I Believe in Love'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-9009813807133241155</id><published>2010-01-15T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:52:13.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morality vs. Human Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Human Problem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The Great Controversy over Good and Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Every problem has it's base in false religion. Every false religion is based on humanism."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every war in history has been essentially a religious war of one kind or another. This has pretty much become the understanding of most people today, since we have so much historical information available, and of course the world news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This knowledge, no doubt has contributed considerably to the fast growing humanist movement in the world today. If we could just get away from crazy people and their crazy religions. You've seen the bumper sticker that says, "Please Lord, save me from your followers!" Or, "The worst terrorists are always on a mission for God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like I said, "Every false religion is based on humanism."  We are the problem, not God or His Word.  People have always been ready to put their faith in the rich and the educated, the kings and the priests and the "doctors of divinity", instead of reading the simple Word for themselves. "Prosperity produces a mass of professors." "Prosperity is the most dangerous thing to spirituality." The poor Natives in spite of all their warmongering had more true religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When Israel demanded a King so they could be like the other nations. This was humanism coming in to the church. Samuel told them too that they had rejected God for a man. This is what history should teach us, that all the great intellectuals, the teachers and preachers, kings, and gurus that lead the people astray and instigated war were giving the people what they wanted. Someone to believe in. After everyone takes sides there's hardly anyone left who can think for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Obviously Humanism leads to heathenism. Human solutions are inadequate. "The problems we now face cannot be solved at the same level that created them." A. Einstein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-9009813807133241155?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/9009813807133241155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=9009813807133241155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/9009813807133241155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/9009813807133241155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/01/morality-verses-human-ethics.html' title='Morality vs. Human Ethics'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-7520872558692100367</id><published>2010-01-14T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:27:49.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RemBranch  Location</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tree Care by Design&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Design Systems for Arboriculture and Silviculture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To begin with I want to tell you what I mean by design. I'm going to leave myself wide open and let you know where I stand in the current raging evolution vs. intelligent design debate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Intelligent design is how we want to do everything, as opposed to haphazard, chaotic, careless, greedy, lawlessness. This includes everything from marriage and family, to safe, efficient, sustainable tree care practices. This of course, requires work. We do not believe we can just let Nature take care of herself, (Although, given enough time as with the wilderness and the natives of old, She does a better job.) and escape the work assigned to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In 33 years of tree service we have designed the best sustainable systems for small scale independent arborists and foresters. Of course this is only the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;rue religion begins with stewardship&lt;/b&gt;. Stewardship begins with;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;esponsibility for God's creation. This responsibility begins with;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nvironmental awareness. This begins with;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ducation. True education begins with;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ilviculture. The care of the forest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The forest is where everything begins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which came first, the trees or the soil? Nearly everything here, including the planet itself, is irreducibly complex. Why do you think after light and water and air, everything was created in a few days? Nothing would survive any longer without all the other creatures and systems in place. This is just plain common sense. Anything else is fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the very beginning God said to take care of the forest, to "...dress it and keep it." Trees are the most important, first priority. Without good, strong, healthy, diverse, forests, there is no hope for anything else. This is still our assignment and our greatest challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the mission of Woodland Stewardship Institute. To train qualified arborists and foresters and send out these disciples to implement the best sustainable systems for arboriculture and silviculture all over the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beginning with Arboriculture. There is a growing demand for qualified arborists. No matter what happens with the economy and the job market, the trees keep growing, and dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I go any further I want to detail  &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;hat  &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ustainable  &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First:     Training. To me this is the first rule of sustainability. Whatever you are doing, it is crucial to allow time and budget for safety and skills training. Naturally you start with the young. The future depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second: Preserve, and protect, and promote the resource. I'm talking about nurture, not neglect. Helping Nature rebuild. Nature will do this on her own if left alone 500 or 1000 years. With quality thinning and mulching, 5 or 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Third:   Utilization. There is a product and a use for every size and type of wood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fourth: Minimize equipment, maximize people. We climb trees very competitively, and often more so, with ropes. The horse is the most efficient, effective tool, if you consider the quality results. Of course this creates many more quality jobs, that will of a necessity require special training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fifth:    Promote independence. You cannot qualify a conglomerate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-7520872558692100367?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7520872558692100367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=7520872558692100367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/7520872558692100367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/7520872558692100367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2010/01/rembranch-location.html' title='RemBranch  Location'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-8332181746390136217</id><published>2009-12-26T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:02:29.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Christmas Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Light of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Words  M. St. Germain and traditional      Music  M. St. Germain          December 2007  to  12 - 26 - 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the Eastern Mountains. Pressing on they come.&lt;br /&gt;Wise men in their wisdom. To His humble home.&lt;br /&gt;Stirred by deep devotion. Hastening from afar.&lt;br /&gt;Ever journeying onward. Guided by a star!&lt;br /&gt;instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where would we be? Without that wondrous light?&lt;br /&gt;When you came to us? That first Christmas night?&lt;br /&gt;What more could you do? To show us all the way?&lt;br /&gt;All the world will see. Your wondrous light someday!&lt;br /&gt;instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There our Lord and Savior. Meek and lowly lay.&lt;br /&gt;Wondrous light that led them. Onward on their way.&lt;br /&gt;Forever to enlighten. Nations from afar.&lt;br /&gt;As they journey homeward. Guided by that star!&lt;br /&gt;instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gather in the outcasts. All who've gone astray.&lt;br /&gt;Throw your radiance o'er them. Guide them on their way.&lt;br /&gt;Those who never knew you. Those who've wandered far.&lt;br /&gt;Guide them by the brightness. Of that guiding star!&lt;br /&gt;instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until every nation. Whether bond or free.&lt;br /&gt;'Neath your starlit banner. Jesus follow thee.&lt;br /&gt;O'er the distant mountains. To that heavenly home.&lt;br /&gt;Where no sin nor sorrow. Ever more shall come!&lt;br /&gt;instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it's a noble thing to fight evil, but this is not our mission, our task is to bring more light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I started on this two years ago at Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's early for next year !!!&lt;br /&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-weight: bold;"&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/6627177016428155454-8332181746390136217?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8332181746390136217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=8332181746390136217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8332181746390136217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8332181746390136217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-christmas-song.html' title='New Christmas Song'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-8677564986013490709</id><published>2009-12-26T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:52:59.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bridegroom Cometh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Princes Bride&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                           Words  M. St. Germain                          Music    Traditional                           Spring of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Me to see the world.     Time for Me to leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a golden girl.       Who longs to see My face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's been true to Me. In a foreign land so brave. Now the time has come. She won't have long to wait. She won't have long to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take her home with Me. To the place where she belongs.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take her to the place. Where time goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, she's been true to Me. In a foreign land so brave. Now the time has come. She won't have long to wait. She won't have long to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she's suffered wrongs. Not knowing all it means.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's been so long. She'll know that it's Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, she's been true to me. In a foreign land so brave. Now the time has come. She won't have long to wait. She won't have long to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful melody and a beautiful love song. Beautiful metaphor.&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-8677564986013490709?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8677564986013490709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=8677564986013490709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8677564986013490709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8677564986013490709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/12/bridegroom-cometh.html' title='The Bridegroom Cometh'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-2051098202963343229</id><published>2009-12-25T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:40:11.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Real Gift of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Every Englishman will do his Duty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I am the true vine, and My Father is the husbandman. Every branch that beareth not fruit He taketh away, every branch that beareth fruit He prunes. Now you are purified through the Word. I am the vine and you are the branches. He that knows Me brings forth much fruit, for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without Me you can do nothing&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't know Me you are cast into the fire and burned like dead dry prunings.&lt;/span&gt; John 15 : 1 - 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally when I think of Christmas I think of the cross. This was the real gift of Christmas. What does that really mean for us though. We will spend eternity learning its significance. What more could God have done? Without the cross, or more specifically, without Christ on the cross, Christmas would be meaningless and futile. Along that same line, the first coming would be meaningless and futile without the second, which consummates our relationship, with the resurrection and eternal life. Seeing Him face to face!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard, each of us have a cross to bear. The important thing is to know that this is a wonderful gift. Jesus came in the middle of all the muck and mire of this earth to show us our duty. Yes this is the gift he gave. Without it we just wallow in one mess after another wondering why we have to. He is the vine, we are the branches. The pruning might seem painful, especially if we have the wrong perspective, but it is so vital.&lt;br /&gt;In the tree business we have thousands of customers that pay good money to keep their trees neat and clean and strong. At the same time there always seems to be a majority that are neglected. Then Mother Nature comes along and makes up the difference. These are our customers too. It's always interesting to see different peoples response to the storm damage. The problem is, without the periodic pruning, they risk losing the whole tree or a major limb. Proper tree care and maintenance is what we call stewardship.&lt;br /&gt;We are surrounded by storms and disaster and evil. It is the knowledge of God's Word the preserves us and protects us. We might still get swept away with the storm, but we are still prepared. No matter what happens we know where we are going and what road we are on. If we don't practice good stewardship we don't know Him. If we neglect the pruning in our lives we face the eternal fire ( God is the eternal fire.) and eternal DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;I've said before, "True success is exactly proportionate to how well we know Him." How do we know that we know Him? It's as simple as 1 2 3. I John 2 : 3 "Hereby we do know that we know Him, if we keep His Commandments."&lt;br /&gt;What would you think if I said, "True success is exactly proportionate to how well we keep ourselves from idols as stated in I John 5 : 21." Isn't this our duty? This is talking about the first four Commandments. Idolatry is so much more dangerous today. Now we have all these fantastic images that we can't live without. They talk to us, sing to us, dance for us, and they carry us around so much better than a horse or our own two feet, ( so we think ). It's amazing to me, NO ONE even thinks of it as a violation of the second commandment, not to make anything in the likeness of anything God has made. Why do people think that all of their redundant bottled and canned noise and filth is so much better than the bird's singing, or a real person playing and singing, or the babbling brook, or the wind in the trees, or the feel of a horse under you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you think if I said, "True success is exactly proportionate to how well you honor your parents?" If they are true to their calling for better or worse for richer or poorer, isn't it your duty to follow and support them? If the mother and the children depend and rely on the father shouldn't he direct in their lives, and in family government?&lt;br /&gt;Of course this brings us to the 7th Commandment. This is where true success is usually lost before it is found. If the husband and wife are not on the same page, "minding the same thing, walking by the same rule." Philippians 3 : 16, submitting to the higher power, and living by faith, what a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;This is just common sense. Why do you think the British were so successful? Everyone did their part. A chain isn't any stronger than the weakest link. Anything else is foolishness. "The fool has said in his heart, there is no God. Don't you see? This is the same as saying there is no law or no authority. That sounds to me like the world today.&lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-2051098202963343229?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2051098202963343229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=2051098202963343229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2051098202963343229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2051098202963343229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/12/gift-of-faith.html' title='The Gift of Faith'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-375112734290280283</id><published>2009-12-24T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:50:47.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Righteousness by Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE  YOU  A  CRACKHEAD !&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"A Wise Man Provides an Inheritance for his Children"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obviously I'm trying to be provocative. If you have read much of my blog you know that I am a little hard core about addictions. Crackhead has come to be a general term for anyone addicted to anything, often as a joke. Believe me, I have been called a crackhead because I can't remember anything. No brains no service so they say.&lt;br /&gt;To me, this is the Bible definition of an addict, a crackhead if you will.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 3 : 18 &amp;amp; 19. "....enemies of the Cross of Christ, whose end is destruction, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whose GOD is their Belly, &lt;/span&gt;whose glory is in their shame, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who mind earthly things.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Now, from the same source, a description of discipleship.&lt;br /&gt;"I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Let us therefore as many as would be perfect, be thus minded, and if any in anything be otherwise minded God will reveal this unto you. Nevertheless, let us walk by the same rule, let us all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mind the same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thing.&lt;/span&gt;" Verses 14 to 16.&lt;br /&gt;I Corinthians 9 : 24 - 27. "...they which run in a race all run, but one receives the prize. So run that you may obtain. ...every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown, but we an incorruptible. So I run and I fight, not as one that beateth the air, but I keep my body under subjection so that when I preach I myself will not be rejected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty good picture of Righteousness by Faith. Many would interpret it as righteousness by works. What's the difference? The opposite of Righteousness by faith is; unrighteousness excused by grace, which is really self-righteousness. God covers our unrighteousness, but He doesn't excuse it or condone it.&lt;br /&gt;We are judged by our works, but we are saved by grace. He has us covered. The best definition is; we are saved by a relationship, by knowing Him. The way to know Him is to follow Him. This is called discipleship. Pressing toward the mark, winning the race.&lt;br /&gt;Righteousness by faith is a process. It doesn't matter where we've been or even where we are. It's where we are going from this moment on. People have always been easily confused about faith and works. It's so simple though. "No one will be saved by their works, but no one will be saved without them."&lt;br /&gt;"Most of our sin is laziness, the rest of it is ignorance, and it's all selfishness." You can't just sit on the couch be justified. You have to get up and get to work and to school. Keep trying, don't give up and don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with providing an inheritance? It's all about family. Not just your own family, but the whole family of mankind. The older I get the more I think about what kind of an inheritance have I provided for my family. The older I get the more I realize it's not about money or things. You know the old saying, "The best things in life are not things." Probably the first thing I've tried to bequeath to my children and anyone else I've tried to help to grow up is to control their appetite. People don't realize how critical this is. Addicts are made not born. If children haven't learned good habits of eating and drinking at home, they're not going to learn them at school or work. Naturally the best way is to be an example and to be there.&lt;br /&gt;I would never abandon my dog let alone my family for: one beer ( even if it was free ), or one cigarette, or one tattoo ( I've never seen a tattoo that looked good, that didn't look dirty.) or one mutilated body part with hardware ( talk about rude and irreverent ), or one horse ride when my kids are left behind, or any selfish wasteful vacation when so many of the family of man are starving, or one football game, or one idolatrous ( bottled ) song to listen to while my children are ignored, or even an hour work out when there's real work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed how many so called Christian people in this country can justify any and all of these things because they can afford it. It's all right if you have the time and the money to provide that kind of an inheritance. "Prosperity is the most dangerous thing to spirituality." Also, "Prosperity produces a mass of professors." Everyone wants to have their cake and eat it to. Waste as much money as possible and profess to be somebody or something at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Now we have produced a generation of people who are "...lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God", "who don't know clean from unclean...holy from unholy", "who's god is their belly", and like the people of Nineveh, "...don't know their left hand from their right." Of all the things you can imagine, they call it Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;The time is come for history to repeat itself. It's time to take our medicine. Time to be really poor. The last great " time of trouble", that will produce a remnant. "How fortunate to be poor" Luke 6 : 20.&lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-375112734290280283?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/375112734290280283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=375112734290280283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/375112734290280283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/375112734290280283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/12/righteousness-by-faith.html' title='Righteousness by Faith'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-8302838141149719933</id><published>2009-12-17T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:16:56.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living  by  Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are You a Welfare Case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom or  Slavery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said, "The definition of a welfare case is; someone who won't work unless they're paid."&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, "I go to work everyday, I'm not a welfare case." Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;The Hebrews had been in Egypt for 400  years, they went to work everyday, and they were on guaranteed social security. All they had to do was show up to work and all their basic necessities were provided, and they had the protection of Pharaohs army. 40 years in the wilderness was not enough for most of them to learn to live by faith.&lt;br /&gt;Without the wilderness experience very few would have been able to handle freedom. Along with freedom comes uncertainty, insecurity, doubts, and fears. It's much easier to be a slave.&lt;br /&gt;A welfare case has no work ethic. It's no matter that they go to work everyday or how much they make. If they're not getting paid they're not going to get too excited. Even if they make the big bucks they still have no work ethic. They can just hire servants to do all their menial tasks. Their welfare is at the expense of cheap ( slave ) labor. If they don't make the big bucks they can't pick up their messes or paint their house or clean it, etc. No one's going to pay them to do it.&lt;br /&gt;If they can't get their wife or mother or kids to do it, the garbage would just pile up.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, if people have no faith, it's all about money. They would rather work for minimum wage than be free and independent. So, it's not really about money, it's about security.&lt;br /&gt;"If making money is your first priority, you have your head on backward and you will end up with nothing but eternal death." Life is too short to spend being a slave. Rich or poor you should be true to your calling.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus quoted the Old Testament and the New Testament writers said the same thing. "The just shall live by faith."&lt;br /&gt;Most people live by fear.&lt;br /&gt;Who are the just? Those that are justified. In other words, "The forgiven shall live by faith." How are we justified? It's in the first commandment. "I am the Lord your God that brought you out of the house of bondage, thou shall have no other gods before me." No one escaped Egypt without the blood sprinkled on the door post. It had nothing to do with how rich they were, or how hard they worked, or how perfect they were, or how well they kept the commandments, or how good looking they were, or who they were related to. "There's no other name given under heaven wherein we are saved." Under the Old Covenant it was the blood of animals, under the new it's the Lamb of God. It's really one and the same. The blood of animals pointed forward to the Messiah, now we look back at that completed work.&lt;br /&gt;The sad fact of the matter is; without faith you cannot handle freedom. If I turn my dog loose, being in town here, he just runs off looking for females to love and males to fight. He has to be in bondage. Unless we go into the wilderness, then he can run free. He doesn't have any morals. He's just a dog. How many people are in prison because they have no self-control? How many need that slave job to force them out the door on time every morning?&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've hired people and treated them like they were free, and expected them to be self-motivated, and self-disciplined, and to give an honest report. Most could not handle it. It was only a matter of time before they accumulated enough rope to hang themselves. What do you know, they wind up back at MacDonald's or WalMart, working for peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6627177016428155454-8302838141149719933?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8302838141149719933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=8302838141149719933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8302838141149719933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8302838141149719933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-by-faith.html' title='Living  by  Faith'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-5824514298449964705</id><published>2009-12-14T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:36:09.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons From Natural Horsmanship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Through the Eyes of a Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Children Need Training, Not Discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as a bad horse. There's no such thing as bad kid. There's no such thing as a bad person! If a horse kicks, is he bad? Is it just a bad habit? Is it just what horses do? If he is allowed to kick it's not that he is bad. It's just his natural inclination. The result of a lack of training. Anything short of this is Nazism. There are people who sort through horses like tomatoes and can the bad ones. Hopefully no one does this now with people the way Hitler did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children might need discipline all right, but only because they missed out on their training somewhere. You can imagine, discipline can really get out of hand with a lack of training. Even to the point of abuse. This happens with horses all too often. There's a lot of people that are just animal lovers and have no business owning a horse. There experience with horses is usually short lived. The same can be said of many parents now. They mistake love for permissiveness. they think they just need to love them to death. If you do this with a horse he's liable to kick your head off someday. At least he is going to throw you off and leave you in the ditch. What good is love if you haven't done the work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was a World Champion Cowboy. He wasn't that great of a horseman but he really worked at it. He used to say, "I better get out there and work with that colt or he'll grow up to be an idiot." I remember someone complaining to him about the problems they were having with a horse. He said, "Just get on that horse everyday and ride all the way to the end of the road and back." About 10 miles I think it was. There's always all kinds of details and imperfections, forget all of that and just put in the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let your kids run with the herd instead of with you. What do you think will happen. There's no substitute for being there. The only thing worse than leaving them for someone else to tend is leaving them unattended. "The only thing worse than doing nothing, is watching television. At least if you are doing nothing you might be thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If -  YOU -  are going to raise your children, remember they are generally going to emulate you. If you want your children to behave properly. You have to behave properly. If you have your head stuck in the television and so do they. Forget it! What a disaster. How can you compete with what they are seeing there? The best television programs are not going to raise your children. Most if not all of the best programs would be better if you just read the book. If the child isn't mature enough to appreciate the book, he surely shouldn't  be watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time we were at Jack in the Box for dinner. ( veggie burgers ). This mother came in with her 6 kids. Ages of about 1 to 10. She must have been 30 or so. They were all so quiet, and they flocked right around her like little chicks. No one even noticed there were 6. I actually counted. I couldn't believe it. She only had to whisper. Reminds me of the old saying. "Words that soak in are whispered not yelled." Also, "You can tell a good trainer by their voice." "Silence is Golden", this should be the atmosphere in the home. How can little ones learn their manners if there is chaos; idolatrous ( canned ) sounds and images every where. Then we wonder why they have attention deficit disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should study Pat Parelli's book "Natural Horsemanship". He talks about the three big lies of NORMAL horsemanship. One, "You pull to stop", two, "You kick to go", three "You just jump on and go". He didn't include yelling because it's implied. Obviously you don't yell at horses. You want to keep in mind the ideal. Good horseman&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ship&lt;/span&gt; is like good steward&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ship&lt;/span&gt;. It has to be built on a relation&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ship&lt;/span&gt;. What does a ship have to do with it? Smooth sailing requires smooth communicating. Ultimately your horse knows what you want from the slightest touch without a word. He slows down when you relax a little, he turns with the slightest pressure from the single line against his neck, he stops when you completely relax, he starts to go with the slightest squeeze of your legs. You are careful how you introduce new things to him. Once a horse learns the right way he never forgets. If he has a bad experience he doesn't  forget that either. They are never just ready to go if it is something they haven't encountered. It's easy to break a child's spirit by giving them an assignment they are not ready for, and then demanding they do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parelli talks about the different levels of horsemanship. From the beginner to unimaginable levels of skill. He gets horses to do any kind of maneuver completely naked. Running, jumping, spinning, etc. No lines, no saddle, no bits, no spurs, nothing. Then he gets them to do things from 50 ft. away. It's all about building on that relationship between a human and a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've seen parents who were going to make sure their kids were under control, only to have it backfire. "Control freaks ultimately loose control." They try to force them into a mold and make them conform. All of sudden they are in shock when their children develop a mind of their own and go their own way. Whether it's at age 13 or 18. There is a saying, "The definition of a great man is, one who keeps the hearts of his children." By the same token, I've seen people with dogs or horses that were confined, isolated, and restricted to the point they were completely uncontrollable. The resultant problem is, they can't handle freedom. They've never been free. When I get a dog or a horse like that, I start to give them freedom whenever and wherever I can. The best way to accomplish that is to have good dogs and horses there that follow your commands. "Parenting is not about hanging on, it's about letting go." From the earliest age you begin to let them make their own decisions and learn from their own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason things backfire is because we try to play God. Instead of learning from Nature, we rely on our own great inventions, we think we are so smart. Definitely smarter than our kids, right? "God made man upright, but he has sought out many inventions." Even the old timers had trouble here. Children were barely tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have a relationship with a child they have to have fun doing things with you. No matter if it's work or play. Initially you will encounter resistance. Once they get going though, they want more. If you work with your horse everyday pulling logs or whatever, pretty soon they are not happy unless they get out and get their quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quote from Pat Parelli to end with. "You never work with your horse, only play, you work with yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/6627177016428155454-5824514298449964705?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5824514298449964705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=5824514298449964705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5824514298449964705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5824514298449964705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/12/lessons-from-natural-horsmanship.html' title='Lessons From Natural Horsmanship'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-3795142418021089586</id><published>2009-12-11T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:23:35.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodland Scouts International</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Buck Saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Armstrong and Sweatmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always used the 36 inch Swedish bow saw swinging around up in a tree. It's practically weightless, has no moving parts, never fails to start, and it's cheap, cheap, cheap. If you could only have one saw this would be it. After hundreds of years it is still the fastest cutting hand saw. This has been the secret to my success.  In 33 years of dangerous tree work, a lot of it impossible for the so called experts. No one has ever been hurt on our job. No liability claims either on our million dollar insurance we've never used. "Knock on wood." We've had mishaps of course. This helps keep us on our toes. I know for a fact that a lot of that record is just divine providence. In other words there have been too many unexplainable close calls.  Just as important was the fact that I was there with my head on straight. Now I have to try to delegate that responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have experienced numerous characters that claimed to be tree surgeons or whatever. They all had certain similarities. Mainly the fact that they wouldn't go up the tree without their spurs and chain saw, and most of them didn't really know how to use the rope.&lt;br /&gt;They could never accept the fact that I would go farther and faster. The only way they could keep up was to do a half job. Most of them wound up back where they belonged. In a bucket truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hasn't changed much. Our biggest challenge is still, finding tree climbers. When you find someone that is some kind of a climber, you can't pay them enough and you can't teach them anything. I have had an ongoing ad with the job service for a journeyman arborist ( 5 years min. prof. exp.)  $20.00 to start. I get very few calls and none that are qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the only solution is to make them. The best way to do that is from conception, or before. You can, however, train young people 18 to 25 or so, if they have grown up with a good physical constitution, and work ethic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to the Woodland Scouts International, another WSI - Woodland Stewardship Institute production. A healthy community needs a good scouting program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be the ultimate design for a scouting program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally the first thing young people need to learn are the Biblical principles of stewardship.&lt;br /&gt;Personal stewardship which includes the principles of temperance, health, and fitness. Good habits of eating and drinking, ( Self control ). We find these in the story of Samson and in other stories from the Scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;Next are the principles of environmental stewardship. Responsibility for everything God has made. The forest, the animals, and the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question is; What is the ultimate way to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I have said, "One of the big problems with the modern world is; most people are afraid of horses. " Most of you know we have been trying to promote quality logging and farming with horses for over 30 years. Horses are the ultimate. Those that grow up around horses usually have definite advantages over their peers. Mostly because of all the work involved, but also you draw strength and health from animals, especially horses. Yes horses are therapeutic. I think they are the ultimate creation made just for us. The real benefit too is the confidence gained when you learn horsemanship. I think everyone would have to agree. Our society has deteriorated in many ways from all of our artificial man made likenesses of the horse, and the subsequent loss of contact with Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second big problem with the world is; "The fear of heights." I find it hard to imagine children growing up without a tree house and a rope swing. Probably the first sign of old age is; the fear of falling. In general the older we get the less likely we are to want to leave the ground. Most teenagers are already afraid to climb a tree. Tree climbing is great for building upper body strength, and like horsemanship, builds confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly the big problem we face is the lack of practical skills. Let me provide a list of what I think are the most important and in the order of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, -- FARMING.-----------This includes forestry and horsemanship.&lt;br /&gt;Second ------CARPENTRY. --------This includes woodworking and sawmilling.&lt;br /&gt;Third ------- BLACKSMITHING. --This includes welding and forging.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth ------LEATHERCRAFT. ----This includes tanning, stitching, upholstering, tailoring, design, and assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the most basic essential skills needed to survive and to have a self sufficient community. Of course along with these you need a bakery, grocery, hardware, saw shop, building supply, feed store, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to talk a little about carpentry. What do you suppose is the ultimate way to get kids interested in this? Building a boat, of course! Close behind would be building a tree house, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where we started. The first thing to learn before you go very far with any of this is how to use a hand saw. I have developed a rack with a vise for bucksawing poles. This allows you to get both hands on the saw. You will be amazed how much wood you can cut by hand, especially the small diameters that are a nuisance to cut with a power saw. You will also be amazed how kids get so excited about it. They have so much energy. This is a great exorcise for anyone to master the bow saw. I want to start a competition to see how much firewood can be cut by hand in one hour with X number of kids under age 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the criteria. You take the average age of any number of kids. Let's say it is 16. That is the class you are competing in. All the participants get equal time sawing. You can use any hand saw, but only one. I have an idea the antique Sandvik bow saw will be hard to beat. You can use any kind of wood 8 feet or longer. Green wood usually cuts half again as easy. Everyone can help in any way they can, but only one saw. The wood has to be stacked in the racks when the hour is up for measuring. You would have to design a way to pro-rate the time to determine the comparative rate when say a class averaged at 12 competes with a class of say 14 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the challenge besides getting enough practice, is to determine the best length of time for each person to cut at their peak performance without too many switches. It's important for them to understand they are competing against themselves, and the clock, and the record, and the elements. Winter is coming. It's called beating your swords into plowshares. We want to focus on farming not war games. If the time comes when we have to fight, we will be ready because real farming makes you strong. "Fighting evil is a noble activity when it has to be done, but this is not our mission. Our mission is to bring more light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a real problem with my ideology. "Where there is no vision the people perish." Scouting these days is practically dead. You know why. Too many liabilities. Worse than this is that most parents never had any training themselves. Especially in matters of faith. They are paranoid. The only safe place for their kids is in front of the television, ( Idiot box ). Many grow up to be slobs. Sick, weak kneed, limp wristed, addicts, of some sort or another, then their parents wonder what happened. It's all right to destroy their mind, body, and spirit. At least they were protected from doing anything dangerous. It's no wonder some of them, when they get to high school they want to do some crazy, insane, extreme sport to make up for being confined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Even though we are basing our Scouting program around the ultimate aspirations. It is for everyone. Boys and girls. It is only natural for them to be together. Too many grow up totally inhibited in the ability to relate to the opposite sex. Keeping them apart is un-natural and is like keeping a child away from matches thinking he will never find out about them on his own. Also, it's important for the strong to learn to help the weak. It doesn't matter if they never grow up to be arborists or foresters or carpenters. It will be the best experience of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-3795142418021089586?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3795142418021089586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=3795142418021089586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3795142418021089586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3795142418021089586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/12/woodland-scouts-international.html' title='Woodland Scouts International'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-1886200954688458251</id><published>2009-10-20T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:37:45.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Particular or Peculiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N O R M A L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"What most people do when they have half a mind to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"...if you obey my voice and keep My covenant, then you will be a peculiar treasure unto Me above all people." Exodus 19:05. Just one example from the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...you are a holy nation, a peculiar people, you should show the praises of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light." 1 Peter 02:09. One example of a resounding paraphrase from the Old Testament here in the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were these Hebrews? The word Hebrew means "stranger", or more precisely, "from the other side", or "not from around here." In other words, "not from this planet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this was just for Old Testament people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the New Testament we find the word "Church". Which means, "Called out." Sounds like an echo from Revelation. "Come out of her My people, that ye be not partakers of her sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is.  What makes God's people so peculiar? Why should we be different? How should we be different? Who are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be surprised to learn, it's work ethic. That's right, true work ethic is what makes the difference. I need to explain of course because most people have no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because "The natural ( normal ) man receives not the things of God, they are foolishness to him, because they are spiritually discerned." I Corinthians 2:14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is true work ethic? Being a slave to no man and making a slave of no man. This brings to mind first and foremost the Amish, whom I have always said are a great witness in the earth. True work ethic is being a farmer, nurturing the land and the animals, and teaching your children to enjoy a good honest days work, irrespective of the pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deliberately skipped over the first and most obvious reason God's people are so peculiar, mentioned here in the first quote. The Covenant, the Law, the Ten Commandments, the statutes, THE  AGREEMENT. The principles God delivered through Moses to be a perpetual standard throughout all generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the opposite of God's Law (work ethic)?  Lying, cheating, stealing.  It's all laziness. The Commandments are about working 7 days a week. It's a 365 day a year commitment to God and family and the entire family of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get confused here. Every false religion is based on the idea that we can save ourselves by our own efforts. We are judged by our work, but we are saved by grace through faith. No one is saved by their good works because we have all fallen short. At the same time, no one is saved without them. We all have to work. There's no free ride. Without the principle of the grace of God there is a myriad of works oriented religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all just plain common sense religion. Without faith the only solution is to eat less, work harder, and cheat more. In other words, survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the conclusion then. "God is Love." His Law is a simple definition of what love is. True Love amounts to a lot of hard work. People mistake Love for permissiveness. If you loved me you would give me what I want when I want it. No one gets a free ticket to ride in this world. The ticket to heaven though is free. He makes up the difference, otherwise no one would qualify. At the same time work ethic is everything. Whether it's mental, physical, or spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Behold I come quickly and my reward is with Me to give every man according to his work..." Revelation 22:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's vision of the judgment. "...I saw the small and great stand before God, and the books were opened, and ( they ) were judged according to their works." Revelation 20:12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what's wrong with the world. People don't know what Love is. It's so easy to say "I Love you." This is why Jesus had to say, "A new commandment I give unto you, that you love one another." Even though He gave us His Law in the beginning, He was the first to really practice it.&lt;br /&gt; HE DID THE WORK ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6627177016428155454-1886200954688458251?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1886200954688458251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=1886200954688458251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/1886200954688458251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/1886200954688458251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/10/particular-or-peculiar.html' title='Particular or Peculiar'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-5484506154244433994</id><published>2009-10-14T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:03:49.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Listening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Can't Help You !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;True success is exactly proportionate to how much you love the Truth.&lt;br /&gt;True success is exactly proportionate to how well you know Him.&lt;br /&gt;True success can only be estimated in the light of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want you to understand how completely, totally, absolutely, God is in control, of everything. I know that is hard for most to believe, so I am going to try to explain it so you can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard the old worn out line. "If God exists, how can He allow so many terrible things to happen?" Why all the suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the people I've tried to help over the years. Most of them desperate and destitute and unable to find a job anywhere else. Almost without exception they succumbed to their own devices. There was really nothing I could do for them other than provide a momentary solution to their problem. While they were busy chasing the money they missed the boat. "People ruin their lives with their own foolishness, (Lawlessness), then they are angry at God." Proverbs 19:03. "What ever you do in life, it can't be about money." "If making money is your first priority you have your head on backwards and you will end up with nothing." "Fear God and keep His Commandments." Ecclesiastes. This is mans first duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is; Is God in control of your life or are you? Just because God lets us self destruct does not mean He is not in control. He controls what He wants. Everything else is our own devising and we reap the results. However, when we put Him first, He makes up the difference, now and in the future. It might not seem like it, but He knows what is best for us. We have to trust Him. "The just shall live by faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is God is waiting to bless people, but too often we don't know who He is.  In fact, when He comes back what does He say to most people? "Depart from Me, I never knew you, ye who practice Lawlessness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is we are so SADD. We have Severe Attention Deficit Disorder. God has given us His Word, the perfect solution. We are the ones that can't pay attention. We have to have it our way. We have to be our own God. Without God's Word there is only my opinion verses your opinion. This of course results in endless chaos and controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you think I can solve your problems, fix your finances, cure your addictions, heal your body, mend your soul, you're looking  the wrong way. The only thing I can do for you is to try to get you to pay attention to God's directions. Once you start to understand His Law you will start to understand Him. Then there is no end to what He can do for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-5484506154244433994?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5484506154244433994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=5484506154244433994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5484506154244433994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5484506154244433994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-listening.html' title='Are You Listening?'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-7418234302892242088</id><published>2009-09-21T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:28:09.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree ditty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trees are Wonderful Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Words and Music - M. St. Germain - 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trees are wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;They keep things bright and green.&lt;br /&gt;They protect us from the weather and all.&lt;br /&gt;Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall.&lt;br /&gt;Some folks say, who needs trees.&lt;br /&gt;Who has time to rake those leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the care and fertilizer.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the tree and get an air-conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, trees are wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;They make the air pure and clean.&lt;br /&gt;They insure a home for every creature.&lt;br /&gt;And that includes you, you can be sure.&lt;br /&gt;Some think they can live apart from Nature.&lt;br /&gt;And don't give a hoot about the other Creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Spoil the land for money and ease.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, some day we'll have plastic trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees are wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;They could supply all of our needs.&lt;br /&gt;Trees are the answer to the problems we face.&lt;br /&gt;Gas and oil have a dangerous fate.&lt;br /&gt;Every road with noise and pollution.&lt;br /&gt;Should be lined with trees. The best solution.&lt;br /&gt;Care for your forests and care for your trees.&lt;br /&gt;They're not anyone's to do as they please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, trees are wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;Think about the life they bring.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when the land dries up and blows away.&lt;br /&gt;You know it will be too late to say.&lt;br /&gt;Trees are wonderful things.&lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-7418234302892242088?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7418234302892242088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=7418234302892242088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/7418234302892242088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/7418234302892242088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/09/tree-ditty.html' title='Tree ditty'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-1269145385458674579</id><published>2009-09-21T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:29:40.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees  are the Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trees are What's Important !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything depends on good Silviculture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I sound like a broken record sometimes. I've always said everyone's favorite thing is, building soil, whether they realize it or not. Everyone likes to eat and be healthy, right. Well I just changed my mind. Obviously good farming is important, but we won't do anything without trees.  What I'm saying is, everything actually depends on good forestry. Without trees all you will have is sand. You can't grow anything in sand. &lt;/span&gt;Which came first, the soil or the trees? Trees create and protect soil. The whole planet and everything in it is irreducibly complex. Nothing survived millions of years without trees or soil or eyes for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;In recent years there has been this campaign to tear out the dams. Mainly to save the salmon. Who's going to pay for it and all the restoration I would like to know. The dams aren't the problem. It's what we are sending down the river. The chemicals and the pollution and the sediment. What's wrong with doing quality logging and farming? Is that too radical?&lt;br /&gt;Many scientists now are saying that the biggest most important thing we could do to reduce carbon emissions is to farm organically without artificial fertilizer. Is that too radical?&lt;br /&gt;I've been involved in doing quality logging with horses for over 25 years. You have to get out of your car and walk through the woods to tell we've been there. I'm not aware of any kind of true natural selective logging being done anywhere around here. Maybe in a few private woodlots around the country. 99% aren't foresters at all. They're just equipment operators and mechanics. It's against their religion to do anything manually. When you can see what they've done from 5 or 10 miles away it should tell you something. If you are going to do real quality restoration forestry and leave a diverse forest behind, the horse is the best tool. This would create jobs for more people and less for machines. Too bad it's just too radical. We'll just spend a few billion and dismantle the dams and replace them with big freeways. At least it wouldn't be considered too radical. Think of the short term millionaires it would create. Of course they would all be good environmentalists.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of environmentalists. What have they done? Do you see them out there showing us good stewardship practices? "Environmentalism without faith is phony." They don't believe in any kind of Biblical stewardship. Horses aren't supposed to work, neither are people! We are just another animal. It's okay though to play god. We can create robots or chemicals to do our work for us. The industrialists are raping the hell out of northern Idaho. The only thing environmentalists have done is put small quality operators like myself out of business. They carry on one campaign after another to save the fish, save the birds, save the wolves, etc. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT ABOUT THE TREES !!! &lt;/span&gt;We aren't going to have anything without trees.&lt;br /&gt;Most of our farmland is totally dependent on chemicals and nitrogen. Without them nothing will grow. The only thing that will grow is trees.&lt;br /&gt;Every unproductive piece of ground, every place that's too wet, every roadside, every creek bank, should be growing a wide variety of trees. One of the reasons they aren't is because some evolutionist wants only native plants that were there before. The desert has to stay a desert, nonsense. We need more trees. Some of these intellectuals are the same ones who had the bright idea to bring Spotted Knappweed over here from Australia to control erosion!&lt;br /&gt;I've always said, artificial fertilizer is the single worst invention that has happened. For years now, most people would say that it is the greatest thing that ever happened. This is how we are able to feed the world, hooey. This is how we are destroying the world. They are using NPK  worldwide. Everyone is adopting our great American farming practices. How wonderful. No one has to be a small farmer.&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the largest producer of carbon emissions. Plowing and NPK. Nothing else comes close. I still say the problem with the world is, no one wants to be a poor subsistence farmer and no one wants anyone else to be a poor subsistence farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-1269145385458674579?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1269145385458674579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=1269145385458674579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/1269145385458674579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/1269145385458674579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/09/trees-are-solution.html' title='Trees  are the Solution'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-3639561320247617904</id><published>2009-09-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:22:41.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sola Scriptura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.O.E.X.I.S.T ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's only one true religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All religions fall into three main groups. Monotheism, polytheism, and atheism. Monotheism includes the Biblical perspective of the triune God, the three in one, the three are one. It also includes the Biblical view of the Creator God. Polytheism includes the eastern mystic religions with their innumerable gods and there ancestor worship. Also variations of heathen and pagan. This even includes some groups who claim to be Christian. If you can imagine that. Then of course Atheism includes, communism, humanism, and essentially agnosticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's get a little more specific. What are the seven primary religions of the world?&lt;br /&gt;One -          Atheism.&lt;br /&gt;Two -        Eastern Mystic.&lt;br /&gt;Three -  Judaism. -    Originally the true religion.&lt;br /&gt;Four -      Islamic.&lt;br /&gt;Five -    Catholic.     - Originally the true church.&lt;br /&gt;Six -            Apostate Protestant. - Originally a true movement.&lt;br /&gt;Seven - True Protestant.  - Sola Scriptura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion defined is simply what we believe and practice. You've heard people say, "I'm not religious." The fact is, everyone belongs to one or more of these groups. Yes, atheism is a religion, and they are getting organized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why can't we all just co-exist?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every war, and conflict, and controversy has been, directly or indirectly, the product of false religion. You would have to be totally ignorant of history or some kind of a fool to think that we will ever peacefully co-exist.&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it this way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anything short of true religion is to some degree terrorism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you co-exist with terrorists who learned it from their religion, their traditions, and their parents and grandparents all while continuing to teach their children terror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the worst terrorists are always on a mission for God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way. It's called the cross. God sent his Son to show us the way. He did everything right, and many mighty works of righteousness. That didn't matter. The religious leaders would never acknowledge that He was right or that they were wrong about anything. This has been going on since Cain and Able. Cain killed his brother because God had no respect for his  man made religion. He made a great sacrifice, but it was without blood. "Work without faith is vanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Do you know where you find the blood in the Ten Commandments? The very first. "I am the Lord your God who brought you out of Egypt, out of the house of bondage." No one escaped without the blood sprinkled on the door post. It was nothing to do with how perfect they were. It was an act of obedience and faith that saved them and made them free. "Every false religion is based on works. The idea that you can be good enough." There are only two kinds of people. The righteous and the wicked. What's the difference? We are all sinners and desperately wicked. The righteous acknowledge God's sovereignty and authority in His Law. Psalms and Proverbs. However the Law doesn't save us, only the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking. "I'm glad I'm not one of those Muslim terrorists." You might be surprised. Let's go through this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atheist.&lt;/span&gt;  Survival of the fittest. No morals, only human ethics. A terrorist religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eastern Mystics.&lt;/span&gt; Hindus and Buddists are killing Christians by the thousands right now. Just like they were in the time of the Boxer Rebellion. This is doing them a favor. They will come back in another life.  Terrorist religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judaism.&lt;/span&gt; Not really a terrorist religion originally. God is the only judge and executioner. In times past God's people executed His judgments. Obviously, when they go on the offensive without a directive from God they are terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Islamic.&lt;/span&gt; You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catholic.&lt;/span&gt; Originally a true witness to the Cross of Christ. Now, if you are not baptized in the Catholic church you are going to burn in hell forever. This is why all good heretics were burned at the stake.  Their invention of the most destructive doctrine of eternal torment has produced more infidels than any other. Terrorist religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apostate Protestant.&lt;/span&gt; Most of these are just daughters of the Catholic Church (Revelation). Some of them really heap on the hellfire and brimstone. If you're not baptized into their club, you will suffer the last plagues and then burn in hell forever. This is all just confused misinterpretations of Scripture. The Bible says the righteous will endure the everlasting fire (God is). The wicked will be as ashes under our feet. God destroys the wicked ultimately. He is not a terrorist though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all these religions with all their adherents? Most of them were started or distorted by someone. It's always been easier for people to believe in a man. If we would just read the Bible for ourselves we would all pretty much be on the same page. Anyone with a 5th grade education can read Genesis and the Ten Commandments. Why do we need a "Doctor of Divinity to tell us why it aint so? If you get off track with the basics there you will wander. This is why there are over 1200 Christian denominations. Everything, especially our interpretation of the Bible has to be built on the Rock of Ages. Jesus was and is the embodiment of that Law. He gave us the Ten Commandments and had them placed in the Ark between the Cherubim. The holiest place in the Holy of Hollies. In the heavenly sanctuary, His dwelling place is between the Cherubim(Psalms). The Law of God represents Him and His character. When He comes back He says to most people, "I never knew you, depart from Me, ye that practice Lawlessness."&lt;br /&gt;There's only one true religion, "Sola Scriptura", anything else is man made religion. There's only one Book that claims God (the creator) as it's author.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what's wrong with the world, and the solution. " You will know the truth, and the truth will make you free." "Sanctify them by Thy Truth, Thy Word is Truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-3639561320247617904?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3639561320247617904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=3639561320247617904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3639561320247617904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3639561320247617904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/09/sola-scriptura.html' title='Sola Scriptura'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-5685561191435177155</id><published>2009-09-08T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:57:31.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voluntary Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do You Need to be Poor?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Godliness with contentment is great gain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was just reading about George Washington. George means "earth worker," something like geography or geologist. After 6 years of distinguished military service, he went back to farming for 16 years. When the war broke out in 1775 - well, you know the story. He was the principal player in "turning the world upside down" at that time. After the war he wanted to go back to his farm. Instead, he was the only President who was unanimously elected by the electoral college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The same thing happened 4 years later. He received 100% of the electoral votes for a second term. The whole world was watching to see if he would give up his position of power. After the war, King George III, wondered what Washington would do next. When he heard rumors that he would return to farming. He commented, "If he does he'll be the greatest man on earth." Washington refused to run for a third term and went back to his farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago I read "The Short History of Mexico," which recorded one bloody regime after another. Always someone starting another revolution to save the people from the aristocracy. Then when things got tough the new general or monarch would plunder the treasury and split.&lt;br /&gt;In Washington's farewell address in 1796 he advised Americans not to get involved in the bloody endless wars of Europe. Washington and the "Founding Fathers" created, in a miraculous way, the "Greatest nation the world has ever known, whose Constitution is the brightest star that's ever shown." Jimmy Driftwood, Songs of the Civil War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I mentioned the song, "Turned the world upside down." A song they played at that time. How is it that our little 13 colonies of New England, defeated the greatest power on earth?&lt;br /&gt;I could go on about many great people in the past who were poor. Small and insignificant, but they had principle. They had talent. They were strong, and their poverty prepared them for the time when they would establish the course of history. Alexander the Great, Hannibal, Martin Luther, Frances Drake, John Paul Jones, Abe Lincoln, Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, Einstein, the World War 2 boys who grew up in the "Great Depression", etc. The question is, "Do you need to be poor?" Abraham Lincoln said, "I'm not so concerned with your failure, as I am with how content you are with it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of the great people in history experienced serious setbacks and failures. Washington actually lost many more battles than he won. The important thing was, he persevered, he didn't give up. That reminds me of the lines from the Revolutionary War song "Soldier's Joy." "Here comes General Washington, He's got his horse and his sweeping run. The barefooted boys are begging to fight. And we're gonna cross the Delaware River tonight." Sometimes I think about my own history. I've been so frustrated. All of my vigilance and extra work produced nothing but starvation. All of my grand ideas and ideals have eluded me. Some people, everything they touch turns to gold. Reminds me of that Merle Haggard song.  "In the good old days when times were bad. No amount of money could buy from me, the memories that I have of them. No amount of money could pay me to go back and live through it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we learn the hard way? I've told my kids, "The worst thing that could happen would be for you to find a permanent, full time, guaranteed, stuck in a rut job! Where you have total security and faith is not required." Of course, then they all go off to college to do just that. The truth is I have never discouraged them from going to school, and it doesn't really matter as long as they remember that Dad is always right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, God is just waiting to bless people. He has "... a thousand ways of providing for us of which we know nothing." E.G.W. So, back to the question. Why do we need to be poor? Why can't we all be rich? Why is there suffering and starvation? The answer lies in this not so old saying, "True success is exactly proportionate to how much we love the truth." The truth is; what most people would spend their money on if they had it, is vanity. Endless things to buy, with no concern for the unfortunate. Who ever attains the most idols wins? Newer houses, cars, trucks, and toys. More vacations, savings, and fancy food. The fact is, wherever the truth flourishes the poor are taken care of. This is God's character, the second tablet of His Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason most people need to be poor is that they have no self control. The reason they have no self control is that they only think of themselves. The more people have, the less likely they are to even talk to you, if you are poor. The truth is, we think we are pursing our great standard of living, but the Natives, the aboriginal people had a higher standard of living than we will ever know. We have mistaken laziness and luxury and comfort for a true lifestyle and an honest days work.&lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-5685561191435177155?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5685561191435177155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=5685561191435177155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5685561191435177155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5685561191435177155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/09/simplicity.html' title='Voluntary Simplicity'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-233283398917204927</id><published>2009-08-17T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:43:55.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Policy</title><content type='html'>Are You Going Up in Smoke?&lt;br /&gt;There's no good reason to keep smoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you a story, one like everyone has heard. My Uncle Jim, who was 3 years younger than my mother, died from lung cancer at the ripe old age of 57. He started smoking and drinking when he was 12 or 13. When he was young it didn't matter. He was extremely good looking and full of it. He was so addicted by the time he was 50 that he could not stand to come to my house or go anywhere he couldn't smoke. Dr. Ham operated on his lung near the end. He said it was the most delicate thing he had ever done, trying to sew the remaining tissue back together. Uncle had to quite smoking for a couple of months. Then the Knot Head started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150 years ago Ellen White had visions from God about the evils of tobacco. For more than 100 years after that people thought Adventists were some strange cult because we believed in Biblical temperance and other intolerable beliefs straight from the Book. (Some still do!) Drinking and smoking and other wicked vices were overcome through the power of conversion and a new heart. Or maybe just a wilderness experience. There are many stories of people all over the world that won the victory through faith and perseverance. Many quit cold turkey, laying in bed with cold sweats, tremors, and delirium. Willing to die rather than disobey God, in a time where doctors prescribed smoking for emphysema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, society has become almost totally inhospitable to smokers. It's not cool anymore, it's not tolerated, and in a lot of places it's illegal. What happened? Medical science is beginning to catch up with the prophet. Not only has smoking been proven to be suicidal, it's been proven to be deadly to everyone around it. If you really study it out, you'll find that it breaks every one of God's commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this there are other implications. A no smoking policy helps to elude a host of other problems; health problems, drinking problems, financial problems, performance problems, attendance problems, learning problems, safety problems, etc. These are all essentially a result of a lack of self control. Which is how it all started in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be careful though. How would God like us to treat poor slaves to tobacco? If we are not careful we end up breaking what He calls the second greatest commandment. That is the second tablet, the last six commandments. "Love your neighbor as yourself." The fact is we are all poor sinners in a hopeless situation. It's easier to sit here on my high horse and criticize than to help someone. Some things you have to draw the line though. How do you prevent people from smoking themselves to death? Everyone knows you can't help anyone who won't help themselves. What can we do? My motto is "There's always a way." Naturally there's a simple solution. It's called money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many companies now offer various different incentive plans for employees to quit. It makes sense and saves everyone's time and health and money and makes for cheaper insurance. What would you think if I said I was going to cut your pay to save your life? Not a bad deal, huh? What if I said, "When your ready to start living, I'll start paying you more money." That's an unbelievable deal, isn't it? In reality I'm paying you to quit, smoking that is. Actually I'm not going to cut your pay, I'm going to freeze it. No advances, no bonuses. If you continue to smoke on the job, then I'm going to cut you down. Not a pretty picture if you are afraid you can't quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound hard core. However, if people are so much in love with their addiction that it means more to them than work, or life, or family, or friends - they are a liability waiting to happen. They can find some other company that likes to invest in foolishness (Lawlessness).I have to repeat myself. "This is not a suicide assistance facility!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more quotes, "God accepts us as we are, but it's not acceptable to stay as we are." “When you quit learning, you quit living."  And, "The greatest deception of the human mind is. I'm good, I'm fine, I belong to the right club, I have need of nothing." E.G. White (paraphrased). In other words they see no need to go through the wilderness. The reality is, that's where they are and that's where they stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like people that smoke. They're good down to earth people for the most part. I like the common people. Of course I've always been "Criminally affectionate!" The last thing I want is to become any kind of a snob. (I think they will be the first into hell! No matter what they profess.) At the same time I see so many people, as the Bible says, "dying for lack of knowledge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up! "I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in good health." 3 John 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-233283398917204927?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/233283398917204927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=233283398917204927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/233283398917204927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/233283398917204927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/08/smoking-policy.html' title='Smoking Policy'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-3897405828008368548</id><published>2009-08-15T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:54:45.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast of Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do You Worship a Beast?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Mark of the Beast vs. The Seal of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does anyone understand Revelation? It is reportedly the "revelation from God to Jesus Christ to show His servants the things that must come to pass."  Revelation 1:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot in the book of Revelation. Most of it corresponds with Daniel in the Old Testament, that was written 500 years earlier. Let me tell you what I think is the most profound prophecy in the Bible. Daniel 12 : 4, "Shut up the book until the time of the end: many shall run too and fro, and knowledge shall be increased."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Revelation are the key to understanding the prophecies concerning the last days of this earth's history. "He who hath an ear let him hear what the Spirit is saying to the churches" is the recurring chapter ending. Knowledge has increased exponentially since the beginning of the industrial age, in the 1830's. With the advent of the train there was no turning back. This reminds me of the quote, "Man has lost the ability to foresee and forestall, he will end by destroying the earth." Albert Schweitzer. In Revelation God says He will come and destroy them that destroy the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin to understand Revelation we need to begin to understand who or what is the beast. There are a multitude of interpretations surrounding the last book of the Bible. For example, Rev. 18 talks about the warning for God's people to come out of Babylon. Most scholars interpret the word Babylon to mean confusion. How many are confused today about the simplest plainest truth's of the Word of God. Why are there over 1200 Christian denominations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to get the basics nailed down first. All through the Bible the big issue has always been idolatry, and it makes it clear that the majority in the last days will be the most idolatrous people that ever lived. In other words, irreverent and disrespectful of God and His creation. So, just what exactly is idolatry?&lt;br /&gt;It's real simple. It's man in place of God. It's man's worship of himself. It's anything we put before Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many beasts in Revelation that represent various man made powers both now and in history. The beast we are studying, is described well in the last verse of Chapter 13. "Here is wisdom, the number of the beast is the number of a man, 666."   Six is man's number. God's number is 7. Man was created on the 6th day. Man falls short of perfection. Three is also God's number. 666 is man in place of God. The beast is man made religion with all of its false science and doctrine. Yes, this includes all of our Frankenstein science, tampering with nature, artificial fertilizer, and so on. These are violations of the 2nd Commandment, not to make anything in the likeness of anything God has made. This, of course, includes the number one idol in the world, the automobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When fuel prices escalated last year, it was reported that 1000 more vehicles were hitting the road every day! That's 365,000 a year! A lot of this is because everyone in every poor country wants to be like the Americans with a machine to do everything while they sit and get rich and fat! All we have to do is figure out something else to burn in them and then everyone in the world will be spared the misery of manual labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't misunderstand me. I drive a car and do what I have to do to survive. The difference is, I wish I could walk or ride my horse. I don't worship man or the junk he has made. Not his junk science or his junk religion. Revelation 14: 9-10 says, " If any man worships the beast and receives his mark in his forehead or his hand, he will drink of the wine of the wrath of God." You've heard of the Mark of the Beast, most likely. What is it? The forehead and the hand means believing in that man made system and practicing it. You receive the Mark of the Beast when you reject God's sovereignty and authority and worship man (the creation) rather than the Creator and His Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be the outcome? The plagues of Revelation are God's judgments on the gods of this world. Just like the plagues that affected Egypt at the time of the Exodus of God's people from that heathen land. Just like Pharaoh, no matter what happens, most will "not repent" Rev.16:11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-3897405828008368548?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/3897405828008368548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=3897405828008368548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3897405828008368548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/3897405828008368548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-day-or-holliday.html' title='The Beast of Revelation'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-6260313469283898320</id><published>2009-08-04T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:06:27.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/SqRM_iSKFVI/AAAAAAAABmI/JbfuI5eJwcY/s1600-h/09-09-06+001+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/SqRM_iSKFVI/AAAAAAAABmI/JbfuI5eJwcY/s400/09-09-06+001+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378508509405648210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sister Dawn, Mark, Aunt Lena, 50 yrs. ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Good Old Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Old Fashioned Efficiency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the time I lived with my Grandparents. Almost 4o years ago in Weiser, Idaho. I spent a lot of time with them growing up. My dear Mother, bless her heart, would leave me with them when she was busy dealing with her own problems. From my earliest memory it seemed to me they were always so happy to have me. I always thought I had the greatest Grandparents in the world. No one else had Grandparents like mine. I didn't really know that we were just poor, hard working people. The most exciting thing in my life was when they would show up. When I was with them I felt like I was rich. Maybe the fact that I was the oldest of all the grandkids on both sides of the family had some significant meaning. My mother was the first born in her family and so was my father, and so were their fathers. Biblically speaking then, I should have had a great inheritance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/Snon_WW9vRI/AAAAAAAABlo/dHB05VOCAPo/s1600-h/dad-and-marlena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366645875252509970" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/Snon_WW9vRI/AAAAAAAABlo/dHB05VOCAPo/s400/dad-and-marlena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the things that made it so special was the fact that they produced my Aunt Marlena, in 1956 - the year after I was born. It was and is the most wonderful thing that happened. Grandpa was 52. My little sister was born a year later in 1957. We all kind of grew up together.&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother's maiden name was Trent. She was the next to the youngest of 11 children. The Trent's were good looking English and Scotsmen. She was often compared to Ginger Rogers. I remember, it was when they lived in Anderson CA. I was only 7 or 8. She would have me operate on the corns on her feet. I was always very articulate with my hands and I still have good close up vision. Grandma would say, " Look at the way he handles that razor blade. He's gonna be a surgeon when he grows up!" Then she would grab and hug me and try to kiss me, I would always squirm and resist. She would say, " Oh you Marco Polo, Gramma loves you." No one would have guessed that someday I would become a Tree Surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best experience in my young life growing up, was going with my Sister and my Aunt and Gramma and Grandpa, picking with the Mexicans. Grandpa had a heart attack and some other disabilities, but he just couldn't sit still. He essentially wore himself out working. Grandma always said no one ever worked as hard as he did. They had a 1964 Ford pickup with a camper. We would camp near the job by the Willamette River. The mainstay was pole beans. Three cents a pound. They said it had been three cents forever. If I worked long and hard and steady I could make $10.00 a day. That's 333 pounds of hand picked beans. Marlena would always pick the most, but the little Mexican kids would out pick any of us. An interesting note here. This was right at the time when they were starting to develop the machine to pick the bush beans. A few times we had to pick those because the machines went back to the drawing board. That was not as bad as picking strawberries though. Even us young kids would feel like our backs were broken at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there were all the camp chores when we got back. The camper was a kitchen during the day for cooking and canning. Gramma was a wonderful cook. She took the green beans we picked and new potatoes and made the best dish. It was so good. We never got tired of it. Then the camper converted to a bedroom at night. The table made into a bed for the old folks and Marlena and my sister slept in the little bed over the cab. I slept in the cab of the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we came to Southern Idaho. It seemed like paradise. We picked cherries in the spring. I would always work the tallest ladder and get all the high cherries. If it rained, the cherries would split. Then everyone was sad, the farmer and the pickers. We thinned apples. I think that is done chemically now. In the fall when it started to frost we picked apples. You would have to wait in the morning until it warmed up enough. You could hear them snap, crackle, pop. We all fell in love with Idaho. Our family all lived in California. My mother was born in Kansas in 1934. She contracted dust pneumonia as an infant. Grandma and Grandpa packed her up and came to California in 1935, in the middle of the Great Depression. Idaho was a great discovery for all the family. The ones that didn't move here loved to come and visit. It was so wonderful. Everything was cheaper and better. We could glean for free all the potatoes, onions, apples, and produce we could can or chuck in the cellar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Real estate was at an all time low. They started off buying one little house to fix up and sell, and then another. Two or three thousand dollars at first. Then four or five thousand. We cleaned them up and fixed them up. Gramma loved to paint. We re-roofed and remodeled. Then about 1970 they bought the grand old house in Weiser for an astounding $15,000. It would become the real foundation for them and all their kids and grand kids. The meeting place for the whole family. Two stories with a big cellar, a big front porch and a back porch where you went into the basement. There was a separate garage that became the work shop, as well as a nice big yard. We had chickens in a portable pen we moved around on the lawn. This big old house became our base of operations. When we weren't fixing houses we were demolishing and salvaging them. I was very proficient at tearing things down and tearing them apart. With a claw hammer in each hand I could drive the claws of one in between the wood with the other and pull the nails out. We didn't throw anything away. If we couldn't use it I cut it up on the old table saw and we burned it in the cook stove in the kitchen. About 1971 the Dutch Elm Disease hit Weiser. Every Elm tree in town died that summer it seems. We filled the cellar with Elm wood. Cut and chopped ready for the wood cook stove. I remember we would cook the potato peels on the wood stove so the chickens would eat them. I can still see Grandma hanging clothes on the line, so beautiful, and hear hear yodeling, Eddy Arnold's Cattle Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things was to go to the dump with Grandpa. We would get rid of what we couldn't use, but we always hauled back more. To this day I am a scavenger and a pack rat. I can't stand to throw anything away. Grandpa loved to go to the auctions. He would always buy the pile of stuff no one else wanted. I can still hear the auctioneer, "Sold! Two bits, to the man with the cigar!" This is how I aquired my first set of quality Buckingham climbing spurs with long tree gaffs. 25 cents. I used them for 25 years. To me it was so fun to go through all this great stuff. Sort out the best goodies. Then of course we would put together a yard sale.&lt;br /&gt;We had a television there in Weiser in the big house. The only thing I remember watching though, was Hee Haw and Lawrence Welk on Saturday nights. You might say it was a kind of rare treat once a week.&lt;br /&gt;I would get up at 4:00 AM and go change sprinkler pipes for the farmers. It was always wet and sometimes frozen. Me and some other high school boys. We would watch the sun come up, laying those pipes straight. Then get ready and get to school. I only ate two meals a day. It was an old family tradition. It was too much work back on the farm to feed everyone three times a day. After school Grandma always had the best home cooked real food you could imagine. Then I would go back to the fields and work and watch the sun go down. Then on Sunday we did extra things on the farm, like bucking hay. I also had my own truck and did yard work and pruning and snow shoveling.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to get any high school kids to work for years. They all think it's something to be avoided. I still believe work ethic is everything. Doesn't matter if it's mental, physical, or spiritual. It's really sad. People need to develop their physical constitution when they're young. They say that on average you've reached your maximum potential by age 21. Then, that is the equipment you have for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa died in 1975. He was 70. Before that he told Grandma that I would take care of her. I had just come to Northern Idaho, Lapwai to be exact, in 1974. They had just bought this big old house in Craigmont ID. for $5,000.00. Grandma always had the Gypsy fever. Really they were following us kids and grandkids. After the funeral, everyone helped move truckloads and truckloads of stuff all the way to Craigmont. Then I hitchhiked back down to drive up another rig. With Grandpa gone she was not going to stay put very long. She sold the place and moved to Post Falls ID. to be near Marlena and her husband. We did the same thing all over again.  I hitched hiked back again. Then she move back to Weiser and then to Payette ID. Each time she had a little less stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I would have done anything she asked, and she would do the same for me. She would still try to give big hugs and kisses and say she loved me and I would still act like a little boy who couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;We went to see her in the nursing home in Payette. She aquired Alzheimers so fast it was unreal. It was almost like going to a funeral. She didn't know who we were until I brought out my guitar and sang some songs. Then we got her on the piano. She could still play.&lt;br /&gt;After she died several years later. I had a dream. There she was. It was so real. I've had vivid dreams about all the one's that have died that were close to me. She wanted to give me big hugs and kisses. I grabbed her and squeezed and kissed her on the fore head and said, " I LOVE YOU GRAMMA."&lt;br /&gt;It was so real. I sat right up in bed. My eyes were totally flooded with tears.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why it takes 5o years to learn something. Some never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-6260313469283898320?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6260313469283898320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=6260313469283898320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6260313469283898320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6260313469283898320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandmothers-house.html' title='Grandmother&apos;s House'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/SqRM_iSKFVI/AAAAAAAABmI/JbfuI5eJwcY/s72-c/09-09-06+001+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-8204269354815051739</id><published>2009-08-03T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:56:29.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50\ 50  is  Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Money management and profit sharing plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm always telling everyone, " No matter what you do, the company eats up 50%. When I was young I never would have believed it. I had to run my own business. I wanted 100%. Now I am amazed at how much I am still learning about what it takes to build a real viable business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1977 when I decided I was going to do this. Anyone could start anything anyway they wanted. Nowadays, ( Is that a word?) people are more informed and knowledgeable. More and more customers want an established reputable company. Especially in the high risk tree business. To make a long story short. I can train young people and get them started so much better, easier, quicker and safer, than what I went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the standard has always been 1\3. Ideally you spend only 1\3 on labor. This leaves enough for building the business, acquiring equipment, and a margin of profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me explain then, how this works at 50%.  This business is all about trees, but more than that it's all about wood. Sure trees provide shade and aesthetics, but while they are doing all of this, they are producing wood. This was the concept I had at the beginning, this is why I started the tree business over 30 yrs. ago. The real value is in the wood, and ultimately this would help pay for their care and eventual removal. Now I'm saying you're not really providing a tree service if you don't have a sawmill. Our goal is to have branch locations and these (little big) mills within a 300 mile radius of Deary. Also if we produce good arborists through our apprenticeship program we can establish them anywhere with a franchise and an advantage over the local competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with the 50 per cent? More than trees and more than wood, it's about people. Let me tell you the reasons I believe we can operate at 50%. I read the biography of Les Schwab. In fact, I strongly recommend everyone read it. When he started in 1952, the tire shops were owned by the big corporations that owned the rubber companies. The service was poor and the prices were high. There were times when he really stuck his neck out to develop his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;independent &lt;/span&gt;business. He did it with people. He designed and developed systems that allowed good wages which retained good people which in turn provided good service. The secret? Everything went into the business and it's people. No corporate conglomerate executives or stockholders pockets to line. The employees were the stockholders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in this part of the country we really don't have to worry about huge tree service conglomerates other than the power line trimmers which we don't worry about any way. Here and in most areas of the US that aren't over populated the problem is the opposite. That is the small independents with one or two boom trucks and a chipper. It's all about them and their equipment. They hire seasonal grunts when they need them. They don't pay any wages or benefits. They make sure they don't learn any more than they already know so they never have to worry about paying them anymore. They would never pay $20.00 an hour for a climber. That's too slow any way. They're not too worried about the few jobs they might loose because they can't climb a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the old saying, "Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door." Finally, people here are starting to discover that we provide better service. Better quality, better performance, more options, and we do it all with a rope. How wonderfully simple.&lt;br /&gt;Having said all of that, I want to lay out the vision I've had for handling the finances and providing incentives for workers through profit sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% goes into an account for all labor costs except for secretarial and administrative positions. Ultimately this will include all payroll taxes and expenses, sick leave, vacation pay, medical, retirement plans, and bonuses.  This might sound like a lot, or it might not sound like enough. When you look at the expenses for the business, (the other 50%), it might seem the same, one way or the other.  Don't become confused this way. There's only 100%. There's never going to be any more. Everything depends on efficiency and production. The 50% will always be proportionate to performance. In other words if efficiency and production are up, everyone is doing alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in this trade, it is the best advantage for the trainees and the managers to own and be responsible for their personal equipment. This helps them to insure their own responsibility, and especially their own safety. Climbing gear, ropes, hand saws, power saws, personal protective gear, etc.  This is also another reason we can pay 50% for labor costs. The company is not providing the personal equipment. This also, gives the workers a sense of pride in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;equipment and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;keep track of it, and they draw a better rate because they have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 50%, there should accumulate a good surplus. Initially this will be applied to developing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;benefits&lt;/span&gt; we mention earlier. Beyond that, we hope to be able to do profit sharing, especially with the managers, because they have so much to deal with and they have to know everything!&lt;br /&gt;The one big problem I see with this is that it can be like working on a percentage, which has obvious drawbacks. Namely quality and safety. The quality and safety record of this company for 30 plus years is phenomenal and incomparable. In the past I always rejected the idea of working on percentages. In other words I took all the responsibility and personally made sure details were tended to. Everyone strictly worked by the hour. This is where the managers really have to manage. The managers will hopefully do what I did. They say the secret to success is, "To hire people like yourself." In the "Les Schwab" system, the ultimate goal was to work your way up, learn all the ropes, and become manager, while the manager you replaced started a new store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason we can pay out 50% for labor is that we have minimal equipment. In fact this is one of our primary safety rules. " Minimize equipment, most accidents are equipment related." As you can see we are paying more for people and less for equipment. This is backwards from the traditional American Way - more equipment and less labor. I would rather invest in people. I believe in people and people make the difference. Training the next generation. This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ustainable &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for a few ideas about the other 50%. I know the list of company expenses is horrendous, but I believe it can work. As you can imagine it requires running a tight ship. The first and biggest expense is administration. Secretarial and accounting. Then you have equipment and fuel. Next, advertising, yellow pages, uniforms, signs, etc. Then, licenses and insurance. Then, of course, profit. Now you can see why you normally need two thirds to do all this. If managers or apprentices use there own heavy equipment(anything bigger than a powersaw) and fuel, they will be reimbursed from the company account. I'm thinking 50% of standard rental rate plus fuel. I think equipment rental companies have to charge double to cover all of their overhead, as well as the time the equipment is sitting. Obviously, if the company has to pay the outlandish rental rates, it would be better for the company to own everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I quit. There needs to be a third account for quarterly payments to make sure those funds are there when they need to be paid, which at this stage is quarterly. This includes payroll taxes, which come out of the labor account. Workman's comp insurance which is another labor cost. WA state B &amp;amp; O tax which is a business expense that goes directly into this account and is unrelated to either labor or business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a word about cell phones and I'll get out of here. We encourage everyone to have a company phone. This way, not only is the phone cheaper on the group plan. There's no charge to call between all of us. However, to be fair to those who have their own. Employees are charged a minimal fee (  $25.00 \ mo.) for the company phone. Of course they have the use of it 24\7, so I presume this is logical and fair. One problem we have discovered is that all the phones share a pool of minutes, and if we use up the pool, which we normally do not, all the phones start racking up time. This can double the bill real fast. Therefore we do advise everyone to be conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go. Let me put it another way to help clarify. Example; If a manager and an apprentice do a job for $1000.00. They get 50%. That's $500.00. Let's say it took them 10 man hours. This is what we hope for our bottom price. If the apprentice is getting $10.00 an hour. The payroll cost for that is about $15.00. That comes to $150.00. The manager is at say $20.00 an hour. Payroll expense is about $30.00. That comes to $300.00. Now you are at $450.00. If the apprentice is making $15.00, there goes your $500.00. You can see why it is a well known fact. $50.00 per man hour is the minimum wage for legitimate contracting. You all know that we often make twice that, and this is where we make up for lost time, slack time, winter time, etc.&lt;br /&gt;You can see though, there's not a whole lot of room for any mis-management. You can also see why most shops, and electricians, and plumbers charge $75.00 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;On the up side. There is a lot of efficiency that happens with a bigger team. Shared rides, shared equipment, company backing for more equipment and human resources. Someone is always closer to a job when it needs to be done. Etc. Co-operation and teamwork is of inestimable value.&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work. Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-8204269354815051739?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8204269354815051739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=8204269354815051739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8204269354815051739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8204269354815051739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/08/financial-policy.html' title='Financial Policy'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-5246386025033970964</id><published>2009-06-24T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:00:08.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunlight - part one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Here Comes the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surviving Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you noticed how people feel better and look better in the spring, as soon as they get some sun? Have you also noticed how many people are hiding from the sun and look pale and sick? Like walking corpses? Some are out in the sun and their nose and face and ears and arms are fried.  Others like to get a tan by getting maximum exposure every day with the least amount of covering (in spite of what you might have been told these are not the ones getting skin cancer.) Is there any kind of common sense solution for dealing with the sun? People are dying like flies from all kinds of cancer, especially skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunlight is the second law of health, after fresh air. There are seven laws of health. All accomplished optimally by what is sometimes called the eighth. That is attitude. These are real scientific facts of Nature. Given by God. The God of Creation is the God of all true science. So, is sunlight good for you or not? All life on this planet comes from the sun. There are exactly 100 rays of light. 100 elements in sunlight. Do you think this was an accident? The proportionate amount of all the elements are in sunlight. Yes, there is gold in the sun&lt;b&gt;.                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here, I want to set forth my hypothesis. "If fresh air and sunlight are the first laws of health, then most diseases are the result of a lack of fresh air and sunlight." Remember though, you have to connect all the laws of health to maximize the best way to get fresh air and sunlight. I told this to a farmer friend of mine. He said, "Tell that to my nose." His nose, of course (like a lot of people who wear duckbill baseball caps), is falling off. Ears too, you can imagine. I said, "That's right, lack of sunlight. You're only getting sun on your nose and ears, no wonder they're fried." Those hats protect your eyes but your nose and ears are toast. The worst thing is, you don't get a tan on your forehead. The only thing that will protect you from the sun is a natural tan, natural exposure. That's right, either take all your clothes off, or stay out of the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, we need to pay attention here. Cancer is near epidemic. In 1900 cancer rates had escalated to one in one hundred. This was very alarming. Now it's 1 in 3 approaching 1 in 2!  Let's try to think this thing through. What has happened in the last 150 yrs. or so, with the beginning of the industrial age? What has grown and increased with all our so called progress? For one, fewer people get out in the sun everyday. More and more people living and working in a cave, or in an automobile behind glass and steel. Did you know glass, being harder than steel, blocks out some 30% of the sun's rays? Cancer is like a mushroom. It likes a dark steady atmosphere, sealed up with the heater or the air-conditioner, and the windows shut. I like to get out every day  working and sweating and drinking water. No matter if it's cold or hot out. It's so important to stress and purge  all your systems. Still, it can be deceiving because some people, no matter what they do, won't get cancer. Their genetics might have left them with other faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Along with this, as we all know, there is a continual build up of chemicals and pollutants. Just another reason we need fresh air and sunlight. The best thing for everyone, especially kids, is to be out in the sun and the good clean dirt. With no clothes! Instead, kids wear their baggy T shirts and sunscreen (5 ingredients in sunscreen have been found to cause cancer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They don't tan and their faces start turning red at 13. They will spend the rest of their lives getting sunburned.                                                                                                   They say the average American now spends more than 90% of their time inside! Then the experts tell us the sun is killing us. Most people are brainwashed to think the sun is changing and becoming more toxic. Hey, there are still plants and animals and people everywhere that are out in the sun everyday, all day, NAKED!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-5246386025033970964?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5246386025033970964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=5246386025033970964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5246386025033970964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5246386025033970964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunlight-part-one.html' title='Sunlight - part one.'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-2005743092529881321</id><published>2009-06-10T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:41:52.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxygen Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The First Law of Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Do you know the seven laws of health, usually called the eight laws of health? They are physical laws. Facts of life, you might say. Yes, scientific facts, as a matter of fact. Everyone lives and dies according to their obedience to these laws. Of course you have to factor in your inherent genetic qualities, or lack of them. According to the Bible we are designed to live to 120 on a flesh diet. In spite of our degeneracy most people would still live to their 90's if they followed these rules their whole life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The common sense objective is to remain relatively functional until you're 90 or so, and then keel over without too much trouble. It is a most wonderful thing to achieve old age, be an example of health and fitness and enjoy the dignity of years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Right now I want to talk about the first law of health.&lt;span style=""&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fresh Air.” &lt;/b&gt;I went to the doctor (Total Health Clinic) the other day. Something they seem to want you to do every once or twice in a while after you're 50. The first thing they had me do was put my finger in this harmless little device that reads your oxygen level, right through your fingernail! Mine was 99%. Not bad for an old wreck. A high oxygen level is important for so many things, especially for helping your resistance to disease.  This was after they weighed me in at 150 lbs. I've weighed the same for almost 40 yrs. This is a really good indicator. Men when they mature and start to age, usually put on more weight in their chest and their head and nose and ears enlarge.  My pulse was 60 and my blood pressure was 111 over 75. This is healthy like a teenager. Problem is, Rheumatoid Arthritis has been attacking me for 30 yrs. or more. They say there's no cure. It's an auto-immune disease, which basically means your body is attacking itself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; A doctor told me about 10 yrs ago that I needed to see the Rheumatologist, and gave me a prescription for some immune suppressant that's been banned since then.  I've never taken anything, not even an aspirin or a vitamin. It's a real struggle for me to survive. Instead, I keep studying and learning and trying to practice the laws of health. I can still do most of the things I did 30 yrs. ago, but not for as long or as hard. I find I have to keep working it out. I feel it getting into my knees and ankles, and elbows, and I just keep working, hiking,  playing tennis, etc. My shoulders are the worst. They've been trashed for 30 yrs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Anyway, I wanted to talk about how to keep your oxygen level up. Fresh air is so vital, but how do you get it? There's a lot more to it than just having fresh air to breathe. [The best air is under the trees and by the water.] It really has to do with all the laws of health. Kind of like the moral law. They are all God's laws. "If you break one you break them all." James 2:10. Also, it's like the moral law in the sense that you'll never be done learning it. "Sanctification is the work of a lifetime."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Now, let's look at the laws of health from the perspective of, “How to get oxygen.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;First: Fresh Air. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The single most important thing you can do for your health, especially if you live and work inside is: Sleep outside! Bedrooms should be aired at night and warmed during the day to keep away the mold. Then, of course you want to get out and expand your lungs everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second: Sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-2005743092529881321?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2005743092529881321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=2005743092529881321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2005743092529881321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2005743092529881321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/06/oxygen-level.html' title='Oxygen Level'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-5879857237147594349</id><published>2009-05-19T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:26:45.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arboritecture Defined</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woodland Stewardship Institute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arboritecture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The art &amp;amp; science of trimming for safety, structure &amp;amp; design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary goal of proper trimming is not to prevent breakage, but to try to avoid major failures. In other words trees trimmed and maintained properly and periodically, should be self pruning without major breakage or uproot. The obvious solution to the tree butchers, especially in the not so distant past, was to just cut everything. If the tree was falling apart, just cut all the limbs off, or cut the tree down. Believe it or not we still have essentially the same problem. In most communities now they have tree programs that prohibit butchering. However, hazard trees are even more of a problem because trees trimmed improperly are often more dangerous than if they were left alone.  Inevitably, mature trees reach the stage where they start to break down. It's only natural. Consequently, most are terminated simply because of the absence of any evidence of the true science of arboriculture and\or anyone capable or knowledgeable enough to perform the right kind of maintenance. Any one can cut a tree down. The only requirement is a stump. How many things get broken or people killed in the process, is just an after thought.&lt;br /&gt;So, we want to look at the very basic principles of tree safety, structure and design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, it has to be Natural. Nature is the best teacher. "Never does Nature say one thing and wisdom another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, we need to understand all the dynamics of wind and snow and ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;, we need to understand all the various aspects of the structural integrity of the tree. The type of wood, limb formation, defects, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt;, we need to know how everything around and within the tree affects the way it grows and responds. Every cut you make has a short and a long term affect. No matter if it's in the tree or near the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Then you need to be aware of anchorage. How well is the tree anchored now and later.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's look at this a little closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is Natural?&lt;/span&gt; Obviously, there are many grand specimens that have never been trimmed. Except by Mother Nature! What are the key factors?&lt;br /&gt;Number one. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preserve and promote the lower limbs.&lt;/span&gt; The most common assault on trees these days is ravaging the bottoms of the trees.  It's only human to cut the lower limbs. Not only is this unnatural, it creates serious issues. The lower limbs stabilize the tree and deflect the wind over the top. If a tree looks top heavy, "it is!" If a tree can retain it's canopy right down to the ground and dominate it's space, it will be tremendously stronger, healthier, safer, live longer, and be more productive. The lower limbs shade the root zone, and eliminate the competition. Trees are the answer, not shrubs, and turf, and yard ornaments, etc. So many times I've seen trees neglected. [A lot of times just because people didn't know there was any such thing a proper care and maintenance.] Only to be cut down and replaced with shrubs and turf and decorations and more air conditioning. All high maintenance. We need to keep the lower branches where we can. This will do more than anything to keep our arboriculture standard high.&lt;br /&gt;Number two.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Is the tree shaped for wind and lightning resistance?  &lt;/span&gt; As we just stated. The lower limbs deflect the wind. As you will see. All these things are interrelated. However, now  we want to look at how to train the top of the tree. Is it natural to top trees? As we just said, "Cutting the bottom limbs is unnatural." The worst thing that is happening. Mother Nature will often top trees. This is natural. Anything that grows straight up is vulnerable to wind and lightning. The best strongest specimens that survive, spread out with a low profile.&lt;br /&gt;Number three. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Identify and adjust structural defects and malformations.&lt;/span&gt; If trees are trained from the beginning with a natural strong design in mind, you would never need anything more than a hand saw. Some of the best survivors have never been trimmed. The large majority though need help. Most tree failures are predictable. Often times serious defects are neglected beyond the point of saving the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-5879857237147594349?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5879857237147594349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=5879857237147594349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5879857237147594349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/5879857237147594349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/05/arboritecture-defined.html' title='Arboritecture Defined'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-1018551455455249534</id><published>2009-05-10T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:05:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quiet Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Woodland Stewardship Institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Premier Safety Bulletin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not  Quiet  Safe  Yet ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is an all important safety principle. It's a fact that most just don't quiet understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first safety rule? I have often thought it was attitude. Attitude is everything right? Well quiet is an attitude. An attitude of reverence. Reverence is the product of respect. Respect for Nature. Respect for each other. Respect for everything God has made.&lt;br /&gt;Then I have thought many times that, knowing how to think, is the first and most important rule. Thomas Edison said,  "The most important task of civilization is not more inventions or technology. It is to teach people to think." [somewhat paraphrased]. This goes right back to that old saying, "There's no such thing as teaching, only learning." What good is it to teach all the safety business if your students haven't really learned the real principles behind it?&lt;br /&gt;Another term you might use is legalism. Legalistic people are everywhere, believe me. The perfect example of this was Barney Fife on the Andy Griffith show. He was a coward, a bumbling fool. He tried to make up for it by following the letter of the law. He couldn't think for himself. He had no common sense. He could not understand the true intent of the law. The reason for it all? He didn't know true Love. He was self centered.&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain it another way. "Work without faith is vanity." Have you ever been on a job with someone who worked twice as hard as everyone, trying to make up for their constant errors. Have you heard the old saying, "Work smart not hard."? The Law is just a list of work to be done. Faith is the spiritual wisdom that is behind it. Knowing the Law can actually be dangerous if you don't know the Law Giver. The second half of the Law which is just as important as the first, is to love others, but even helping the poor is all vanity, without faith. It's just something to make you feel good, unless you are really concerned and always "THINKING" about how you can lift them up to your level, or more.&lt;br /&gt;So, quiet is about taking the time to think. Taking the time to listen to your conscience. Most accidents are the result of some stupid mistake. Caught off guard. Not paying attention to what matters. Thinking you know everything you need to know. Being so overconfident  you don't have to think about what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;You have to constantly make an effort to think. You have to constantly invent the safest way to perform, every moment. If your mind is full of garbage from spending all your free time listening or watching some idiot box, your just coasting along. Reminds me of the old saying, "Only dead fish roll with the flow." and the opposite of that, "Satan yields to uphill traffic."&lt;br /&gt;Remember God knows everything. As soon as you think you know something. You become your own god. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't save yourself.&lt;/span&gt; Just following all the rules is no guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate is the man who is not distracted with the idols of this world, who is not impressed with the world and it's ways. "But his delight is in the Law of the Lord and in His Law doth he meditate day and night." Psalm 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-1018551455455249534?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1018551455455249534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=1018551455455249534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/1018551455455249534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/1018551455455249534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/05/quiet-company.html' title='The Quiet Company'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-4455472763793151672</id><published>2009-05-06T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:48:52.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Woodland Stewardship Institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Foundation Principles for Operations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One Perfect Solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everything needs to be based on the first and greatest commandment. Employee relationships, customer relationships, safety policy, franchise agreements, dress code, etc. &lt;b&gt;"Unless God builds your house,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;your labor is in vain."&lt;/b&gt; Millions refuse to believe in God because of all the terrible things that happen.  At the same time, all the trouble in the world is because of one thing: We haven't followed God's directions. Without God's Law there's only the law of the jungle. "Kill or be killed." “Do unto others before they do unto you."                               The Bible says that Satan is the god of this world. Jesus says that if your not with Him your against Him. "The fool has said in his heart, 'There is no God.'” “Only a fool follows his own rules, an even bigger fool follows another man's (church's) rules.”  So many ask, "How can God allow this world to be such a mess?" While they continue to commit more atrocities and blame it all on Him. “People ruin their lives with their own foolishness (lawlessness), then they are mad at God." Proverbs 19:03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I want to say, &lt;b&gt;What other option is there?&lt;/b&gt; The Bible is the only book I know of that proclaims who God is. The one and only Creator of heaven and earth. He gives his credentials and His seal and His territory in the fourth commandment. Anything else is man made religion. Everything, and especially our interpretation of the Bible, has to be based on the Ten Commandments. This is the rock that all truth has to be built on. "To the Law and the Testimony, if they speak not according to this Word there is no light in them." All of the prophets, and especially Jesus, were trying to bring the people back to Moses' writings. This is why there are so many churches. They don't really want to put God first. Everyone wants what they want first. This is one reason the Sabbath has never been popular. God requires 1\7th of our time, 1\10th of our increase, and 100% of our devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you turn away from hearing the Law even your prayer is an abomination." Proverbs 28:09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Now &lt;b&gt;I'm not really telling you what to believe. I'm telling you how I am going to run this company. No one wants to put up with lying and cheating and stealing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You can believe what you want. All I ask for is respect and tolerance. If you have no respect for God's Law, you won't have respect for me.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The New Testament writers warned us that the greatest thing we have to fear is the Ante-Christ, and that it was already happening in their day! I will not condone fake Christianity with all its lies and excuses. They claim to believe in the Bible and the Ten Commandments but they can't get past Genesis One. The Bible makes it abundantly clear. The Devil is going to deceive the whole world in Jesus' name. It doesn't matter how ridiculous your doctrine is as long as you go to church on Sunday. God has no respect for your inventions. Read the Bible from cover to cover. The Seventh Day is Holy. How many ways can you interpret that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Like Solomon says, writing from inspiration, “There is a time for everything.” There's nothing wrong with being a workaholic, as long as you know how to tell time. You can work as hard as you want, but not as long as yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;u want. There are emergencies of course, but generally things work better when you follow God's timing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; So, here's the bottom line. “You have to stand for something, or you'll fall for anything.” Now you know what's wrong with the world. For most, it's just easier to stand for nothing. Only dead fish roll with the flow.  This company stands on God's law which includes the fourth commandment as well as the other nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(93, 46, 41);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-4455472763793151672?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4455472763793151672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=4455472763793151672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4455472763793151672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/4455472763793151672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/05/company-policy.html' title='Company Policy'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-2748502554569060060</id><published>2009-05-05T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:05:43.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood Stock Investments - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woodland Stewardship Institute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WSI &amp;amp; RTC - Benefits and Pension Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a good benefit package is worth about $10,000.00 a year. That's about $900.00 a month. Many settle for a mindless, meaningless, boring, monotonous slave job for 6 or 7 dollars an hour as long as good benefits are there. Along with guaranteed stuck in a rut steady work.&lt;br /&gt;This has always been the problem with the tree business. Seasonal work. From the beginning I wanted to develop the woodworking, and blacksmithing, and carpentry. Anything to do with trees and wood. Anything to keep from being a starving tree trimmer. Well, I'm still dreaming. People on low wage jobs can be spending 40% of their time working for benefits. How many will have the discipline to come to work at the mill on days when the work is slow or the weather is bad for good solid wood? What good is wood?&lt;br /&gt;What good is gold? You can't eat it. You can't build a house with it. Well, you could, but Heaven can wait.&lt;br /&gt;I have always said, " The definition of a welfare case is, ' someone who won't work unless their paid." Back to that saying, " If making money is your first priority, your head is on backward." Everything has to be based on the " first and greatest commandment." God first.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of how to build a real quality company. There is a big difference between a one horse, family operation, where it's all about you and your equipment. Maybe hire some extra grunts during the season. And, having quality employees, quality programs, and quality customers. How can you do it all and compete?&lt;br /&gt;First, take the time to read the first post about Wood Stock Investments below. That was over a year ago. Obviously anyone with money won't invest in a solid risk free enterprise that supports the local economy. They would be the laughing stock of all there big investment friends. It's all right to lose a million in a money market scheme in something with no real tangible value. How many millionaires can we support on sheer speculation and foreign exploitation?&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my strategy. We have 2 crews going right now and in the slow time. Pretty soon we're too busy and we need 2 more crews. Where do you find good quality employees that want to work part time? You don't.&lt;br /&gt;For years I've been trying to diversify. It's easier said than done. I could put one hundred people to work here with my ideas if I had the resources to get started. Everything to do with trees and wood.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, the solution is simple. When we are slow or the weather is too wet or windy to do tree work. Employees can work at the mill. Especially when we get a roof over it. Their time goes into Wood Stock. This of course will increase in value as we build the hardwood business. Also, they will have an unlimited supply of wood for their own use. To build a house or for their own wood shop. There are three basic things people will always need. Food, shelter, and heat. We are blessed to be in the middle of these. Money is just a distraction and will soon be nothing more than a figure on a screen.&lt;br /&gt;This is farming. To keep working and producing regardless of pay. Some things cannot be bought. "A good reputation is worth more than gold."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-2748502554569060060?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2748502554569060060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=2748502554569060060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2748502554569060060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/2748502554569060060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/05/wood-stock-investments-part-2.html' title='Wood Stock Investments - part 2'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-8043448154347693387</id><published>2009-05-03T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:20:20.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Ambition ?</title><content type='html'>Why are you tired and lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life growing up was mostly about work. Lots of activity. Lots of things going on. Lots of thing to do all the time. 7 days a week. Even on Sabbaths there were things to do. After church there would often be a potluck. This required, of course work and preparation. After that, Sabbath afternoons were full of activities with family and friends. Hiking, tennis, games, camping, etc. God's law is all about family really. Then there was Saturday night volleyball in the school gym during the winter months. Sunday was the day to work at home. It was what you would call real homework. Of course Sundays were never long enough to get everything done around the place.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the three, primary, basic, battles in life? The three main struggles? Laziness, Drunkenness, and Ignorance. You might say that Laziness covers it all. You could say the same though of Ignorance. Actually, work ethic is everything. No matter if it's mental, physical, or spiritual. Henry Ford said, " Genius is nothing more than the extraordinary capacity for hard work." Everything takes effort.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, like most young kids, I had plenty of energy. I remember later in my teens I had to make more of a conscious effort to keep going. Most young people go through a real lazy streak then, and as you know many never grow out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I liked working. I found that the more physical it was the better I liked it. That's undoubtedly one of the reason's I wound up in the tree business. That and the fact that all I ever really knew was, cut and chop and pack wood.&lt;br /&gt;Until I was about 35, I thought I was indestructible. When I started to fall apart at that early age, I became quite depressed. Now in my 50's I find I am totally addicted to physical activity. It's the only thing that keeps me going. I'm just thankful when I feel good enough to get out and enjoy working. I started this blog business last year. Got off to a good start, but I just haven't been able to sit down long enough to update them for the last 5 or 6 months. I'm going back out in the rain. I'll finish this later.&lt;br /&gt;OK, you can see what I'm saying. If you learned good work habits growing up there's a good probability you will retain that all your life. If your parents sat on the couch, you probably sit on the couch. It's really alarming how many grow up sitting. Sit in front of the television [don't get me started!]. Sit in the car. Sit at school. Sit at work. etc. etc. This is one of the reasons a good scouting program is so essential to any healthy community. [don't let me get started there either.] I'll be here forever. " Of the writing of books there is no end."&lt;br /&gt;Now for the next angle on the problem. Diet and health. I've spent my whole life studying diet and health and fitness whenever and wherever I could. I could definitely write books and more books.&lt;br /&gt;When you are young you're full of it. Many were quite ambitious in their youth in spite of their bad diet and bad habits. Then comes premature aging. You just don't feel like it anymore. The signs of old age start popping up everywhere. This is the biggest cause of the problem. Bad habits of eating and drinking. Old before your time. Believe it or not, it starts with many in their late teens. How sad. In other words, when your young you can get away with eating and drinking anything anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Life the way Nature intended is to remain relatively functional until your 90 or so and then keel over without any extended illness or suffering. Chief Swift Arrow lived to 129. I'm sure he was in better condition when he was 100, than I am now. Today the majority start to fall apart in their 20's. They are over the hill in their 30's, and disabled in their 40's or 50's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-8043448154347693387?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8043448154347693387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=8043448154347693387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8043448154347693387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/8043448154347693387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2009/05/got-ambition.html' title='Got Ambition ?'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-793005443868509332</id><published>2008-12-02T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:06:30.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Germain's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/STXpOCMEp9I/AAAAAAAABHU/GITzaaR2X94/s1600-h/photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/STXpOCMEp9I/AAAAAAAABHU/GITzaaR2X94/s400/photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275378965849352146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-793005443868509332?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/793005443868509332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=793005443868509332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/793005443868509332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/793005443868509332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2008/12/germains.html' title='The Germain&apos;s'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/STXpOCMEp9I/AAAAAAAABHU/GITzaaR2X94/s72-c/photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-853496204884164844</id><published>2008-03-06T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:33:07.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rembrandt Treehab. Rehab for everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woodland Stewardship Institute&lt;br /&gt;Introduces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rembrandt Tree Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rehabilitation Program&lt;br /&gt;This is not a suicide assistance facility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  True religion begins with stewardship. There's no free ride. So many people are spoiled, careless, and irresponsible. They think they can have their cake and eat it too. They expect to perpetuate all their idols. Waste, extravagance, and addictions. Just let the government, and employers pay for it. Some call this freedom. Some call it fun. Some even call it Christianity. It's still suicide! The New Testament writers say. The worst thing we have to fear is the Anti-Christ. That means impersonator. The devil will deceive the whole world in Jesus' name. Fake Christianity will overcome every nation kindred tongue and people. At the same time this is also the vehicle that will help bring the truth of God's Word to everyone. There will be a minority of people in every land who " Keep the Commandments of God and have the [true] faith of Jesus ". Revelation 14 : 12.&lt;br /&gt;  Several years ago. We adopted a no smoking policy. Absolutely no smoking on the job. This was a great improvement. Someone told me. "If you really want to screen potential employees, just tell them you do random drug testing ".  The problem is, you can't help people if they don't want you to. This is the greatest deception of the human mind. "I'm good, I'm fine, my religion is right, I belong to the right club, 'I have need of nothing', Rev. 3 : 17." Usually, addicts are not interested anything but money to continue on down that dead end street. The question is, how can you really help people. The reality is, we all have blinders on, and we all need to be on a rehab program all the time. Life is about learning. This program is for people who want to live.  "We parish for lack of knowledge". True freedom comes with discipleship. We are free to do what's right. Anything else is slavery.  You can go to a lot of trouble to try and find good employees. Pay them good money. Only to find that they are incorrigible. When you quit learning, you quit living. We don't want to discriminate against people as long as they're willing to learn and willing to work. Willing to try and keep trying, and not look back. Luke 9 : 62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&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/6627177016428155454-853496204884164844?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/853496204884164844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=853496204884164844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/853496204884164844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/853496204884164844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2008/03/rembrandt-treehab-rehab-for-everyone.html' title='Rembrandt Treehab. Rehab for everyone.'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-6858149443638304889</id><published>2008-01-31T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:51:31.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We like lots of snow."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R6OywhDofTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V651RSDw8Bk/s1600-h/just+enjoying+the+weather+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R6OywhDofTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V651RSDw8Bk/s400/just+enjoying+the+weather+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162166144473791794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R6OyehDofSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TmqDm2YqHcI/s1600-h/DSCN0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R6OyehDofSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TmqDm2YqHcI/s400/DSCN0277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162165835236146466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R6OyORDofRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TCgnixgZ-XE/s1600-h/just+enjoying+the+weather+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R6OyORDofRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TCgnixgZ-XE/s400/just+enjoying+the+weather+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162165556063272210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627177016428155454-6858149443638304889?l=wonderfulwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6858149443638304889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627177016428155454&amp;postID=6858149443638304889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6858149443638304889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627177016428155454/posts/default/6858149443638304889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wonderfulwood.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-like-lots-of-snow.html' title='&quot;We like lots of snow.&quot;'/><author><name>M. St. Germain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07387116894128229755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R2bZM8txWAI/AAAAAAAAANU/VLRAXQOnu58/S220/mark4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6DjsuunZVA/R6OywhDofTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V651RSDw8Bk/s72-c/just+enjoying+the+weather+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627177016428155454.post-6340157271164913262</id><published>2008-01-18T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:43:54.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood  Stock  Investments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Woodland Stewardship Institute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wood  Stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Investments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    More than 30 years ago I started cutting trees because I was crazy about wood. I loved to make things out of it. All the varieties of species and types of wood and all their different qualities and uses fascinated me. Of course this led into the tree business. Used to take my logs to our good old friends Earl and Sally Arndt in Juliaetta Idaho.  These were great memories. Earl had a sawmill he built himself along with his wood shop and various other tools he had made. Wood is so interesting. I would never tire of seeing a new pattern of grain and color with every cut. He built the most beautiful grandfather clocks. Made from walnut, cherry, ash, locust, maple, sycamore, oak, etc. We still have a lot of that wood. I kept Earl supplied with wood and my share went to my collection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Now after all these years of collecting wood and having others saw it up, we have our own mill. Also after all these years most of the hardwood in this area is still going to waste.  Haule
