<?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-1506457576333751244</id><updated>2012-01-11T05:54:01.291-08:00</updated><category term='Groovy Corner'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>Groovy Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>"Connecting back to the Creator"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vijesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13737274622863856508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-8311334212334340997</id><published>2011-11-06T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:22:48.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>Always sow the right seed to get a good fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aef8XZacvec/TrdM42h7jFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/T3RYjhY6Km0/s1600/Sowing%2Bseed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sowing+seed" border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aef8XZacvec/TrdM42h7jFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/T3RYjhY6Km0/s200/Sowing%2Bseed.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A man wanted to make an investment. An idea struck him: "Why don't I plant a small mango sapling and enjoy the benefits when it grows into a big tree?" So he went to the market, bought a small sapling and took it home. To the pride of his family, he planted it in the center of his garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; He read everything about raising a mango tree. He got up early every morning, for he was determined to supply the sapling with all the necessary nutrients. He watered it, he supplied it with manure, and he took good care of its leaves by removing those that withered. He made sure the sapling received ample care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Many times he sat and admired the beauty of the growing tree while dreaming about the tasty mangoes that the tree would bear. His mind was always filled with the wish to taste the first fruit of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Years rolled by...  now, he had a big tree...   glorious...  with its leaves shining and healthy, its bark healthy and hard. It was a big attraction because it decorated his whole garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then one day he noticed a small bud, which in a couple of days bloomed into a beautiful flower. Now he could hardly wait for the fruit so he started to increase his supply of nutrients and care. Then one day the tree let out its first product - a small green fruit. The man was so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He waited for a few more weeks till the fruit grew in size. The day came when he decided to taste the first fruit of the tree. He climbed the tree, plucked the fruit and then came his disappointment.  The fruit that he plucked from the tree was not like what he expected. It was hard, big and round. He was baffled. He was sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Seeing this, his neighbours came and asked him what happened. He told them that the fruit from his tree was not what he wanted. When the neighbours heard this, they did not know whether to laugh or console him  for what he planted years ago was a guava sapling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we need to sow the right seed in order to see the right fruit. If you sow bad you will reap bad if your &lt;a href="http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-will-reap-what-you-will-sow.html" target="_blank"&gt;sow good you will reap good&lt;/a&gt;. Are you sowing a good seed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever. - 1 Peter 1:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1506457576333751244-8311334212334340997?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8311334212334340997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=8311334212334340997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/8311334212334340997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/8311334212334340997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/always-sow-right-seed-to-get-good-fruit.html' title='Always sow the right seed to get a good fruit'/><author><name>Vijesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13737274622863856508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aef8XZacvec/TrdM42h7jFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/T3RYjhY6Km0/s72-c/Sowing%2Bseed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-9175275416795693918</id><published>2011-09-03T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:59:53.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>God Didn't create you without a purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLe8RBnqS4c/TmL3aUvZYYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wsrxstNs9ds/s1600/Dont%2BQuit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLe8RBnqS4c/TmL3aUvZYYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wsrxstNs9ds/s400/Dont%2BQuit.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648348914292187522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing the tribulation one faces they may think that god has created them without a purpose and their problems would never have an end. They decide to end up their life but that is not what God wants you to do, he wants to face them and be successful. Some of the scriptures in bible say as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Jeremiah 1:5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Psalm 139:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So god has a special plan over every one. I have collected one of the stories which will surely change your mind set if you have decided to quit your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day I decided to quit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "God," I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   His answer surprised me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Look around," He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "Yes," I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took a very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the  floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the  bamboo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     In the second year, the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.  And  again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the  bamboo," He said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     "In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I  would not quit. In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the  bamboo seed. I would not quit," He said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.  Compared  to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant... But just 6  months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    It had spent the five years growing roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I  would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   "I would not quit on the bamboo. Neither will I ever quit on you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   "Don't compare yourself to others," He said. "The bamboo had a  different purpose than the fern. Yet, they both make the forest  beautiful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   "Your time will come," God said to me. " You will rise high! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   "How high should I rise?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   "How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "As high as it can?" I questioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Yes," He said. "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     I left the forest and bring back this story.  I hope these words can  help you see that God will never give up on you. He will never give up  on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Never regret a day in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Good days give you happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bad days give you experiences;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Both are essential to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Keep going... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Happiness keeps you Sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Trials keep you Strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sorrows keep you Human, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Failures keep you humble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Success keeps You Glowing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  But Only God keeps You Going!      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="konafilter"&gt;   --- &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copyright © 2010 Lebitso TR Mtshali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- John 10:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yet you refuse to come to me to have life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- John 5:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1506457576333751244-9175275416795693918?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9175275416795693918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=9175275416795693918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/9175275416795693918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/9175275416795693918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/god-didnt-create-you-without-purpose.html' title='God Didn&apos;t create you without a purpose'/><author><name>Vijesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13737274622863856508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLe8RBnqS4c/TmL3aUvZYYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wsrxstNs9ds/s72-c/Dont%2BQuit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-2704200320665422582</id><published>2010-12-31T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T04:16:13.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>Lord is a refiner of our Souls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/TR3H-HJxb2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/szRWNCDvLuM/s1600/silversmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/TR3H-HJxb2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/szRWNCDvLuM/s400/silversmith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556817385130913634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver; he will purify the  Levites and refine them like gold and silver. Then the LORD will have  men who will bring offerings in righteousness,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="redheading"&gt;Malachi 3:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a group of      women in a Bible study on the book of Malachi.  As they were studying      chapter three they came across verse three which says, "He will sit as a      refiner and purifier of silver." This verse puzzled the women and they      wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;     One of the women offered to find out about the process of refining silver      and get back      to the group at their next Bible study. That week the woman called      up a      silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't     mention      anything about the reason for her interest in silver beyond her curiosity      about the      process of refining silver. As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece      of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that, in refining      silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where      the flames were      hottest so as to burn away all the impurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot - then she thought      again about the verse, that He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver. She      asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of      the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that      yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his      eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. For if the silver was      left even a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;     The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do      you know when the silver is fully refined?"  He smiled at her and      answered, "Oh, that's the easy part -- when I see my image reflected in it."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span class="style16"&gt;     If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has His eye      on you and will keep His hand on you and watch over you until He sees His      image in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For you, O God, tested us; you refined us like silver.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="redheading"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Psalm 66:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="redheading"&gt; Isaiah 48:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1506457576333751244-2704200320665422582?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2704200320665422582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=2704200320665422582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/2704200320665422582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/2704200320665422582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/lord-is-refiner-of-our-souls.html' title='Lord is a refiner of our Souls.'/><author><name>Vijesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13737274622863856508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/TR3H-HJxb2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/szRWNCDvLuM/s72-c/silversmith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-8375941621355993038</id><published>2010-11-12T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T04:00:17.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>You will reap what you will Sow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/TN0r9UWxxhI/AAAAAAAAALs/VVIKzJirkrY/s1600/What%2Byou%2Bsow%2Bshall%2Byou%2Breap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/TN0r9UWxxhI/AAAAAAAAALs/VVIKzJirkrY/s400/What%2Byou%2Bsow%2Bshall%2Byou%2Breap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538631449171838482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;“Good morning,” said the woman as she walked up to the man sitting on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  The man slowly looked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.  She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before..  "Leave me alone," he growled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling - her even, white teeth displayed in dazzling rows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "Are you hungry?" she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   "No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under  his arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   The officer scratched his head.  "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   "See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up.  "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner.  It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table.  "What's going on here, officer?" he asked.  "What is all this? Is this man in trouble?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   "This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   Old Jack smiled a toothless grin.  "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   "What business is that of yours?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  “I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "Oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference."  She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   "No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   "Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; "Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   "That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him  intently.  "Jack, do you remember me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes.  "I think so - I mean you do look familiar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; "I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; "Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; "I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; "I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   "So you started your own business?" Old Jack said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; "I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  "Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus... He led me to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;  Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;   "Thank you for all your help, officer," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; "On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And thank you for the coffee." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="redheading" &gt;Galatians 6:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-8375941621355993038?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8375941621355993038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=8375941621355993038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/8375941621355993038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/8375941621355993038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-will-reap-what-you-will-sow.html' title='You will reap what you will Sow'/><author><name>Vijesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13737274622863856508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/TN0r9UWxxhI/AAAAAAAAALs/VVIKzJirkrY/s72-c/What%2Byou%2Bsow%2Bshall%2Byou%2Breap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-9047582221418052403</id><published>2010-11-06T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:35:16.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>A Little Girl's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/TNVENYuVH-I/AAAAAAAAALk/Y3KCRvrDGY4/s1600/girl_praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/TNVENYuVH-I/AAAAAAAAALk/Y3KCRvrDGY4/s400/girl_praying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536406313687654370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And in that day ye shall ask me nothing. Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-John 16:23&amp;amp;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TRUE TALE FROM AFRICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helen Roseveare, a missionary doctor from England to Zaire Africa, told this as it happened to her in Africa. She told it in her testimony on Wednesday night at Thomas Road Baptist Church. The next Wednesday night Jerry Falwell choked up and said, "I almost feel guilty for standing in the pulpit after the one who spoke here last week"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen? "I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hotwater bottle? I lived on the equator!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the veranda, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, And the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas--that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I grasped it and pulled it out--yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child--five months before--in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Before they call, I will answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Isaiah 65:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-9047582221418052403?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9047582221418052403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=9047582221418052403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/9047582221418052403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/9047582221418052403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-girls-prayer.html' title='A Little Girl&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Vijesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13737274622863856508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/TNVENYuVH-I/AAAAAAAAALk/Y3KCRvrDGY4/s72-c/girl_praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-5241447120803113880</id><published>2010-07-20T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:33:06.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>The weight of a prayer only GOD Knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/TEW6u2b1ILI/AAAAAAAAEyY/lif6KI8ufGg/s1600/Praying_HandsZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/TEW6u2b1ILI/AAAAAAAAEyY/lif6KI8ufGg/s400/Praying_HandsZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496004234324549810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visualizing the family needs, she said: "Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon as I can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louise replied, "Yes sir." "O.K" he said, "put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;groceries."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louise thanked him and left the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It was worth every penny of it .. Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE POWER OF PRAYER: When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just stop right now, and say a prayer of thanks for your own good fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then please send this to all your friends and relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe if you will send this testimony out with prayer in faith, you will receive what you need God to do in your and your families' life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So dear heart, trust God to heal the sick, provide food for the hungry, clothes and shelter for those that don't have as we do. Amen &amp;amp; Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't break this, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no cost but a lot of rewards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God Bless You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours&lt;/span&gt;.                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="redheading"&gt;Mark 11:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="redheading"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more."And where these have been forgiven, there is no longer any sacrifice for sin.Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="redheading"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  -Hebrews 10:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-5241447120803113880?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5241447120803113880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=5241447120803113880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/5241447120803113880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/5241447120803113880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/weight-of-prayer-only-god-knows.html' title='The weight of a prayer only GOD Knows'/><author><name>Vijesh Cormaty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/TEW6u2b1ILI/AAAAAAAAEyY/lif6KI8ufGg/s72-c/Praying_HandsZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-2685518355602681319</id><published>2010-04-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:26:27.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>Why did JESUS die on the cross?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S7gE5MWiYfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ASBHdG-mPxs/s1600/jesus-christ-crucifixion-530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 377px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S7gE5MWiYfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ASBHdG-mPxs/s400/jesus-christ-crucifixion-530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456116329174163954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ our passover is sacrificed for us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 1 Corinthians 5:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;          Jesus died on the cross for us, so that we may live an eternal life.Many deny this truth when the scripture clearly says that God loved the world and gave his only son Jesus to save us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="redheading"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;John 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;          No man in this world is perfect without having a fault, whether he is rich, poor or he belongs to any community, race, religion, creed either male or female every one is a sinner in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="redheading"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Geneva;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Psalm 51:5&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I was born a sinner--yes, from the moment my mother conceived me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         So for us to be free from sin,we must be punished, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Romans 6:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; says For the wages of sin is death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;So we have to be punished for our sins but God is so merciful that he sent his only son Jesus for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Jesus was faultless and is not guilt of any kind of sin, He is Holy and for our sake He has taken our punishment by dying on the cross so who ever believes in this truth will not die but live eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I want to share a small story about a father who sacrificed his son.Story goes as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER A FEW OF THE USUAL SUNDAY EVENING HYMNS, THE CHURCH'S PASTOR SLOWLY STOOD UP, WALKED OVER TO THE PULPIT AND, BEFORE HE GAVE HIS SERMON FOR THE EVENING, BRIEFLY INTRODUCED A GUEST MINISTER WHO WAS IN THE SERVICE THAT EVENING. IN THE INTRODUCTION, THE PASTOR TOLD THE CONGREGATION THAT THE GUEST MINISTER WAS ONE OF HIS DEAREST CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THAT HE WANTED HIM TO HAVE A FEW MOMENTS TO GREET THE CHURCH AND SHARE WHATEVER HE FELT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE FOR THE SERVICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THAT, AN ELDERLY MAN STEPPED UP TO THE PULPIT AND BEGAN TO SPEAK. "A FATHER, HIS SON, AND A FRIEND OF HIS SON WERE SAILING OFF THE PACIFIC COAST," HE BEGAN, "WHEN A FAST APPROACHING STORM BLOCKED ANY ATTEMPT TO GET BACK TO THE SHORE. THE WAVES WERE SO HIGH, THAT EVEN THOUGH THE FATHER WAS AN EXPERIENCED SAILOR, HE COULD NOT KEEP THE BOAT UPRIGHT AND THE THREE WERE SWEPT INTO THE OCEAN AS THE BOAT CAPSIZED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLD MAN HESITATED FOR A MOMENT, MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH TWO TEENAGERS WHO WERE, FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SERVICE BEGAN, LOOKING SOMEWHAT INTERESTED IN HIS STORY. THE AGED MINISTER CONTINUED WITH HIS STORY, "GRABBING A RESCUE LINE, THE FATHER HAD TO MAKE THE MOST EXCRUCIATING DECISION OF HIS LIFE: TO WHICH BOY HE WOULD THROW THE OTHER END OF THE LIFE LINE. HE ONLY HAD SECONDS TO MAKE THE DECISION. THE FATHER KNEW THAT HIS SON WAS A CHRISTIAN AND HE ALSO KNEW THAT HIS SON'S FRIEND WAS NOT. THE AGONY OF HIS DECISION COULD NOT BE MATCHED BY THE TORRENT OF WAVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS THE FATHER YELLED OUT, 'I LOVE YOU, SON!' HE THREW OUT THE LIFE LINE TO HIS SON'S FRIEND. BY THE TIME THE FATHER HAD PULLED THE FRIEND BACK TO THE CAPSIZED BOAT, HIS SON HAD DISAPPEARED BENEATH THE RAGING SWELLS INTO THE BLACK OF NIGHT. HIS BODY WAS NEVER RECOVERED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THIS TIME, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE SITTING UP STRAIGHT IN THE PEW, ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE NEXT WORDS TO COME OUT OF THE OLD MINISTER'S MOUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE FATHER," HE CONTINUED, "KNEW HIS SON WOULD STEP INTO ETERNITY WITH JESUS AND HE COULD NOT BEAR THE THOUGHT OF HIS SON'S FRIEND STEPPING INTO AN ETERNITY WITHOUT JESUS. THEREFORE, HE SACRIFICED HIS SON TO SAVE THE SON'S FRIEND. HOW GREAT IS THE LOVE OF GOD THAT HE SHOULD DO THE SAME FOR US. OUR HEAVENLY FATHER SACRIFICED HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON THAT WE COULD BE SAVED. I URGE YOU TO ACCEPT HIS OFFER TO RESCUE YOU AND TAKE A HOLD OF THE LIFE LINE HE IS THROWING OUT TO YOU IN THIS SERVICE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THAT, THE OLD MAN TURNED AND SAT BACK DOWN IN HIS CHAIR AS SILENCE FILLED THE ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PASTOR AGAIN WALKED SLOWLY TO THE PULPIT AND DELIVERED A BRIEF SERMON WITH AN INVITATION AT THE END. HOWEVER, NO ONE RESPONDED TO THE APPEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHIN MINUTES AFTER THE SERVICE ENDED, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE AT THE OLD MAN'S SIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THAT WAS A NICE STORY," POLITELY STATED ONE OF THE BOYS, "BUT I DON'T THINK IT WAS VERY REALISTIC FOR A FATHER TO GIVE UP HIS ONLY SON'S LIFE IN HOPES THAT THE OTHER BOY WOULD BECOME A CHRISTIAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WELL, YOU'VE GOT A POINT THERE," THE OLD MAN REPLIED, GLANCING DOWN AT HIS WORN BIBLE. A BIG SMILE BROADENED HIS NARROW FACE, HE ONCE AGAIN LOOKED UP AT THE BOYS AND SAID, "IT SURE ISN'T VERY REALISTIC, IS IT? BUT I'M STANDING HERE TODAY TO TELL YOU THAT STORY GIVES ME A GLIMPSE OF WHAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE FOR GOD TO GIVE UP HIS SON FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE --- I WAS THAT FATHER AND YOUR PASTOR IS MY SON'S FRIEND."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S7gF3XDFKwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nxJXth3yZsk/s1600/jesus-on-the-cross1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S7gF3XDFKwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nxJXth3yZsk/s400/jesus-on-the-cross1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456117397197236994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="redheading"&gt;Romans 6:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Philippians 2:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-2685518355602681319?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2685518355602681319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=2685518355602681319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/2685518355602681319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/2685518355602681319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-jesus-die-on-cross.html' title='Why did JESUS die on the cross?'/><author><name>Vijesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13737274622863856508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S7gE5MWiYfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ASBHdG-mPxs/s72-c/jesus-christ-crucifixion-530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-7445084344277896249</id><published>2010-03-27T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:42:49.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>What benifit do I get by reading Bible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S65B0yHuUSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9WZn7AbR49o/s1600/bible2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 439px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S65B0yHuUSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9WZn7AbR49o/s400/bible2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453368573855420706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you are a regular follower of my blog in my previous post I have told few facts about bible that it is top selling book as well as most criticized book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;King David said   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="redheading"&gt;-Psalm 119:105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="redheading"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Isaiah 40:8&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="redheading"&gt;Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="redheading"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of our God stands forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many Christians themselves say Reading bible is very boring or some say I am not at all getting interest to read bible or some even pose a question What benefit do I get by reading Bible? Now I ask you what are you loosing by not reading it.Many unbelievers who don't believe The Holy Bible as a Word of God and deny reading it and they say our rituals our traditions etc don't accept reading other religious books.We must pray for them because they are in deception by not reading this book.Even my dear fellow Christian believers I insist everyone to read Bible.There is a small story which I want to share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The story is told of an old man who         lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky         with his young grandson. Each morning, Grandpa was         up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from         his old worn-out Bible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to         imitate him in any way he could. One day the         grandson asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="role_document"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Papa, I try to read the Bible          just like you but I don't understand it, and          what I do understand I forget as soon as I close          the book. What good does reading the Bible do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="role_document"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Grandfather quietly turned from         putting coal in the stove and said, "Take this coal         basket down to the river and bring back a basket of         water." The boy did as he was told, even though all         the water leaked out before he could get back to the         house.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    The grandfather laughed and said, "You will have to         move a little faster next time," and sent him back         to the river with the basket to try again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket         was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he         told his grandfather that it was "impossible to         carry water in a basket," and he went to get a         bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a         bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You can         do this. You're just not trying hard enough," and he         went out the door to watch the boy try again. At         this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he         wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran         as fast as he could, the water would leak out before         he got far at all. The boy scooped the water and ran         hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket         was again empty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Out of breath, he said, "See Papa, it's useless!"     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    "So you think it is useless?" The old man said,         "Look at the basket." The boy looked at the basket         and for the first time he realized that the basket         looked different. Instead of a dirty old coal         basket, it was clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="role_document"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Son, that's what happens when          you read the Bible. You might not understand or          remember everything, but when you read it, it          will change you from the inside out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="role_document"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That is the work of God in our         lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    To change us from the inside out and to slowly         transform us into the image         of His son.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" id="role_document"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;               Take time to read a portion of God's word each day.        Pray that He will use it to turn your heart and mind         to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S65CTd8OjII/AAAAAAAAAHk/kAlCI2UFAfQ/s1600/Father+and+Son-border.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S65CTd8OjII/AAAAAAAAAHk/kAlCI2UFAfQ/s400/Father+and+Son-border.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453369101014436994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 110%; margin-top: 7px; margin-bottom: 7px;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;     &lt;i&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(89, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;"How can    a young man cleanse his way?   By taking heed according to &lt;b&gt;Your word&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(89, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;       &lt;i&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(89, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Psalm    119:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 110%; margin-top: 7px; margin-bottom: 7px;" align="center"&gt;      &lt;i&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(89, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;"...that He       might sanctify and cleanse her with the &lt;b&gt;washing &lt;/b&gt;of       water&lt;b&gt; by the word&lt;/b&gt;..."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(89, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;      Ephesians 5:25-27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-7445084344277896249?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7445084344277896249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=7445084344277896249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/7445084344277896249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/7445084344277896249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-benifit-do-i-get-by-reading-bible.html' title='What benifit do I get by reading Bible?'/><author><name>Vijesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13737274622863856508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oSs2BDC10sw/S65B0yHuUSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9WZn7AbR49o/s72-c/bible2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-4209769518513279372</id><published>2010-03-22T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:25:01.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>Whose Prayer Will Be Answered?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/S6dMP-Gab7I/AAAAAAAAEww/N5UJJFCm4SA/s1600-h/Shipwreck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 569px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/S6dMP-Gab7I/AAAAAAAAEww/N5UJJFCm4SA/s400/Shipwreck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451409711206920114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes and more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife would leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered. As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, “Why are you leaving your companion on the island?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them,” the first man answered. “His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“You are mistaken!” the voice rebuked him. “He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Tell me,” The first man asked the voice, “What did he pray for that I should owe him anything?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“He prayed that all your prayers be answered.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pray for others that your prayers may be answered.For the scriptures says as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="redheading"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ephesians 6:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Is any one of you sick? He should call the elders of the church to pray over him and anoint him with oil in the name of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="redheading"&gt;James 5:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="redheading"&gt;Source:&lt;a href="http://holychristianlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/voyaging-ship-was-wrecked-during-storm.html"&gt;HOLY LIFE IN CHRIST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-4209769518513279372?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4209769518513279372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=4209769518513279372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/4209769518513279372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/4209769518513279372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/whose-prayer-will-be-answered.html' title='Whose Prayer Will Be Answered?'/><author><name>Vijesh Cormaty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/S6dMP-Gab7I/AAAAAAAAEww/N5UJJFCm4SA/s72-c/Shipwreck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-2338147311382678981</id><published>2009-11-29T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:23:55.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><title type='text'>THE HOLY BIBLE : Fact or Fiction (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SxJkr-d16oI/AAAAAAAAEtM/tOTRLUBFkOg/s1600/holy-bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SxJkr-d16oI/AAAAAAAAEtM/tOTRLUBFkOg/s400/holy-bible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409496809090706050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just to start about this article i had made up my mind to include part 1  in brackets as there is lot to share about this book and a single post cant describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So THE HOLY BIBLE, what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you ask a 4rth standard student he may say it is the religious book of Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you ask a 11th standard student he may say it is the religious book of Catholics and protestants who are indeed called as Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you ask a highly qualified religious man he will say it is a religious book of Jews and Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now who are these Jews I will tell in my later posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So to come straight to the point I want to share some information about this so called HOLY BIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The most sold book of all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Information collected from Wikipedia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_best-selling_books"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Information given as per The Internet Public Library (IPL) &lt;a href="http://answers.google.com/answers/threadview?id=14"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TEN MOST POPULAR BOOKS OF ALL TIME?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.soyouwanna.com/site/toptens/books/booksfull.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:monospace;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Top 10 Bestselling Books of All Time (according to IPL):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No one really knows how many copies of the Bible have been printed, sold, or distributed. The Bible Society’s attempt to calculate the number printed between 1816 and 1975 produced the figure of 2,458,000,000. A more recent survey, for the years up to 1992, put it closer to 6,000,000,000 in more than 2,000 languages and dialects. Whatever the precise figure, the Bible is by far the bestselling book of all time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Quotations from Chairman Mao Tse-tung (Little Red Book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.American Spelling Book by Noah Webster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.The Guinness Book of Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.The McGuffey Readers by William Holmes McGuffey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.A Message to Garcia by Elbert Hubbard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.The Common Sense Book of Baby and Child Care by Dr. Benjamin Spock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.World Almanac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.The Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.In His Steps: "What Would Jesus Do?" by Rev. Charles Monroe Sheldon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is most sold book of  all time and it is true that some where in the world 3 copies of Bible are sold per second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But on the other hand the most criticized book in the world is also Bible.But I say this book is true and many dont accept this truth hence they deny it.A book which is written with all truths cannot be false and whatever this book says is correct and many proofs are there.Read the following scripture from Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thy word is true from the beginning: and every one of thy righteous judgments endureth for ever.&lt;/span&gt; - Psalms 119:160  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soyouwanna.com/site/toptens/books/booksfull.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will share more views in upcoming days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-2338147311382678981?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2338147311382678981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=2338147311382678981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/2338147311382678981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/2338147311382678981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-bible-fact-or-fiction-part-1.html' title='THE HOLY BIBLE : Fact or Fiction (Part 1)'/><author><name>Vijesh Cormaty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SxJkr-d16oI/AAAAAAAAEtM/tOTRLUBFkOg/s72-c/holy-bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-7309293648722817522</id><published>2009-07-05T02:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:08:22.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><title type='text'>Are you in Problems? Need Solution!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SlB6UZlsRUI/AAAAAAAAEsg/u_JiyoeMDbM/s1600-h/pray_Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 453px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SlB6UZlsRUI/AAAAAAAAEsg/u_JiyoeMDbM/s400/pray_Small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354914447828469058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi are you in problems, financial, health, studies, family etc. There is a solution my dear friends don’t panic whatever may be the situation, whatever may be the problem. You just have to spend some time. If you have read previous posts of mine you can believe that God truly exists. If you still have any doubt about existence of GOD please read my previous posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I say if you know how to pray, your problem is solved. So you need to spend your time praying to GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wisdom rests in the heart of him who has understanding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But what is in the heart of fools is made known.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Proverbs 14:33(Reference from HOLY BIBLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I think a person who is reading my post is wise enough to accept the truth. For we are in the generation to believe in scientific facts. If you still believe age old traditions of false Gods then you are Lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Whom to pray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the main secret of prayer. Don’t pray to idols or any elements of our creation like stones, wood, sun etc. For they can’t listen to our prayers. Only a living God can listen to our prayers. For only his promises are great and only in him we can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Who is true God then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My answer to this question without any doubt and with infinite confidence I say its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JESUS CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Why JESUS and why not other Gods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many say all God’s are one. But I say all cannot be called as God. Only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JESUS CHRIST&lt;/span&gt; can be called as God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JESUS said “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” – Mathew 11:28&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Reference from HOLY BIBLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is the only God I repeat only God who said that whoever are burdened in their lives with different problems come to me and I will take away your burden and give you peace.No other God has ever told any thing in any of the religious books that they will give us rest.If you know any such case do tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will tell you a small story. You have stolen some money from your father’s pocket. You go to your friend and say please forgive me friend I have stolen some money. What does it effect your friend he says why do I forgive. So you should go to your father and say “father I have stolen some money please forgive me”, for its from whom you have stolen. But if you say no all friends are like my father so I steal money from my father and ask my friend to forgive for I feel he is also like my father. How abrupt it is to go and ask your friend to forgive when you have to ask your father to forgive.In the same way you should ask the one who has created us but not to the ones which we created. I mean idols are created by man, many religions who follow idol worship wake their god in the morning. God is the one who never sleeps nor rests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Behold, He who keeps Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shall neither slumber nor sleep. - Psalm 121:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Reference from HOLY BIBLE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have created Idols; we have decorated them with gold and silver how does the things which are created by us hear our prayers. Read bible for it is the perfect book which tells you the truth. I know many ask why only Bible I have answers for every question you ask you can mail me with any of your doubts. If you believe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; as living and the only true God, in my next post I will say how we should pray. And in my coming posts I will also prove why we should trust in Bible. Still you believe in Idols and other prophets its up to you.&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/1506457576333751244-7309293648722817522?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7309293648722817522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=7309293648722817522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/7309293648722817522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/7309293648722817522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-in-problems-need-solution.html' title='Are you in Problems? Need Solution!'/><author><name>Vijesh Cormaty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SlB6UZlsRUI/AAAAAAAAEsg/u_JiyoeMDbM/s72-c/pray_Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-6247444985287556136</id><published>2009-07-03T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:22:58.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>God Really Exists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mikearobinson.com/books/God%20Does%20Exist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 670px;" src="http://www.mikearobinson.com/books/God%20Does%20Exist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving a God who would allow all of these things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and un-kept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You know what? Barbers do not exist." "How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus answered, "I am the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;truth &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. No one comes to the Father except through me. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="redheading"&gt;John 14:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source:-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://holychristianlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-does-exist.html"&gt;Holy Life in CHRIST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-6247444985287556136?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6247444985287556136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=6247444985287556136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/6247444985287556136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/6247444985287556136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-really-exists.html' title='God Really Exists'/><author><name>Vijesh Cormaty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-2150978241241748921</id><published>2009-06-29T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:19:25.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>Does God Really Exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SkjJrJB9qXI/AAAAAAAAEsI/nO-whO1a4uo/s1600-h/41928-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SkjJrJB9qXI/AAAAAAAAEsI/nO-whO1a4uo/s400/41928-bigthumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352749900125546866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Look at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;birds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;feeds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; them. Are you not much more valuable than they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Matthew 6:26(Ref from Holy Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A learned professor walks into a class room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He says "students do you know that God doesn't exist? Today I am going to prove it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He called one student and asked "Can you see the tree outside the window?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student Replied "Yes Sir I can see"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor said "Since tree is present over there you can see it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor asked one more question "can you see the birds sitting on that tree?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student replied "Yes Sir I can See"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor said "Since birds are present on the tree you can see them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then he asked the student "Now show me the God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor said Fact is that God is not there since you are unable to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of the student rose and said professor can I also ask you 3 questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor said OK shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student started asking other students in the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you see our professor standing over here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Students replied Yes we can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is present here hence you can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you see a chalk piece in his hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Students replied Yes we can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since chalk is present we can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Friends Can you see our professors brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Students replied no we cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student said Fact is that professor has no brain since we cannot see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feeds&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;them. And how much more valuable you are than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  - Luke 12:24(Ref from Holy Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thomas was a Disciple of Jesus Christ he doesn't believe that Jesus Christ has rose from death after 3 days He wanted to see Jesus to Believe that he is Risen.Then Jesus appears to him and says as below verse which I have taken from Holy Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then Jesus told him, "Because you have seen me, you have believed; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; are those who have not seen and yet have believed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- John 20:29(Ref from Holy Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So Believe in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt; and accept him into your life as your personal Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1506457576333751244-2150978241241748921?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2150978241241748921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=2150978241241748921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/2150978241241748921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/2150978241241748921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-god-really-exist.html' title='Does God Really Exist?'/><author><name>Vijesh Cormaty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SkjJrJB9qXI/AAAAAAAAEsI/nO-whO1a4uo/s72-c/41928-bigthumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-3401342952387210488</id><published>2009-06-28T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:17:39.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>Obedience matters a Lot with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/Skc8VvSMFZI/AAAAAAAAEsA/QoqqRqfcuV8/s1600-h/ice-climbing-in-the-adirondack-mountains-of-new-york-at-pok-o-moonshine-cliff-brendan-reals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 517px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/Skc8VvSMFZI/AAAAAAAAEsA/QoqqRqfcuV8/s400/ice-climbing-in-the-adirondack-mountains-of-new-york-at-pok-o-moonshine-cliff-brendan-reals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352313026320799122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once a mountain climber was caught in an avalanche and the ice caps on the mountain came crashing and sliding down and this mountaineer was also caught in it and being dragged downwards. To make the things worse it was at late at night. So, almost nothing was visible except for his short torch light. Suddenly as he was being carried down he suddenly felt a rope and caught it. By now he was hanging just by the rope at the end of something which he didn't know where he was hanging. The temperature was freezing cold and killing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He cried out to God,” Lord why you put me in such a situation, save me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God replied,” Yes, Leave your rope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The man replied,” Lord I know you have a plan but I am sorry I cant do that, cos already after great difficulty i have got this chance to survive and you are asking me to leave this. Do you want me to fall down and die? Please tell me something else"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God replied,” Yes leave your rope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The man was by now exhausted and said,” Lord I am sorry I don't want to take your suggestion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The whole night passed and the next another team of mountaineers came and saw a scene- A man hanging just three feet above the ground frozen to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our lord can lead us in unthinkable ways just we have to listen to what he speaks to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When God says YES, don’t say NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is what the LORD says: "Cursed is the one who trusts in man, who  depends on flesh for his strength and whose heart turns away from the  LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He will be like a bush in the wastelands; he will not see prosperity  when it comes. He will dwell in the parched places of the desert, in a  salt land where no one lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="redheading"&gt;-Jeremiah 17:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/1506457576333751244-3401342952387210488?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3401342952387210488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=3401342952387210488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/3401342952387210488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/3401342952387210488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/obedience-matters-lot-with-god.html' title='Obedience matters a Lot with God'/><author><name>Vijesh Cormaty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/Skc8VvSMFZI/AAAAAAAAEsA/QoqqRqfcuV8/s72-c/ice-climbing-in-the-adirondack-mountains-of-new-york-at-pok-o-moonshine-cliff-brendan-reals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-8506178206314517785</id><published>2009-06-28T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T08:56:50.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groovy Corner'/><title type='text'>My Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/Skc7wG_R_9I/AAAAAAAAEr4/L3Xrx5J3PXE/s1600-h/Threshold+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/Skc7wG_R_9I/AAAAAAAAEr4/L3Xrx5J3PXE/s400/Threshold+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352312379848916946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Friends&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its great to be back and to start my blog again.As many of you know i was a blogger who used to post all entertainment stuff.But i was struck.I got all sorts of problem's and i was waiting for solutions to get on to my life smoothly.I prayed and i dint get any solution.Then i came across a scripture from Bible which changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and seek my face and turn from their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wicked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ways&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- 2 Chronicles 7:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i started to delete all the movies and audio songs from my system and I started praying and i was delivered in Jesus Name.Many think will our prayers be answered i was also one among  them until i dint knew the power of Prayer.From past 6 months i have been checking my life and started to work on the loop holes and at last i repented and earnestly prayed to God to forgive all my sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we confess our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; faithful and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;just&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;forgive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; us our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and purify us from all unrighteousness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- 1 John 1:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i am adopted in the family of my Heavenly Father Jesus Christ.I recently took Baptism and now i am enjoying the Joy of Salvation.I am happy I am saved,being baptized itself doesn't means we are saved but we should confess all our sins in our prayer and ask Jesus to Forgive us our sins and we must protect our salvation by not repeating the mistakes again.We must always try to please God by knowing his ways and being like him that's what is called as Christ Likeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence—continue to work out your salvation with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trembling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Philippians 2:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I will tell you why we should ask and pray to Jesus? Why only we should read Bible?I know many will have many Doubts.Many wont be ready to digest the truth because they have been brought up in such a manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rests&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in the heart of him who has understanding,    But what is in the heart of fools is made known &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Proverbs 14:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends please don't misunderstand me I am not here to convert peoples religion But to  share the Truth.I want many of you to get rid of your problems in your life.I want to help you.&lt;br /&gt;I am not against any religion or anyone's belief I wont get any benefit from that My only purpose is to help you to know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt; can save you from going into an eternal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;Believe in Jesus Christ for he is the only way to sort your problems only thing is leave your wicked ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus answered, "I am the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. No one comes to the Father except through me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- John 14:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told one of my Close friend about Jesus he stopped talking to me.There was never a day we never met each other but now we meet nearly twice in a month.I am praying for him to know that a greater friend is ready to be with him for ever who is none other than JESUS CHRIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in problems, Financially struck, sick ,unhappy, no peace,family problems, drug addict etc. No problem, for you can rely on King of Kings, Lord of Lords &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JESUS CHRIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can mail me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;vijesh.cormaty@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greetings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admin &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Groovy Corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-8506178206314517785?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8506178206314517785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=8506178206314517785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/8506178206314517785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/8506178206314517785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-testimony.html' title='My Testimony'/><author><name>Vijesh Cormaty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/Skc7wG_R_9I/AAAAAAAAEr4/L3Xrx5J3PXE/s72-c/Threshold+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1506457576333751244.post-3836817026136514526</id><published>2009-05-30T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T03:21:22.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groovy Corner'/><title type='text'>Welcome To Groovy Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SiUFDgmMnVI/AAAAAAAAErY/Q_bkSmObIC4/s1600-h/Prardhana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SiUFDgmMnVI/AAAAAAAAErY/Q_bkSmObIC4/s400/Prardhana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342682090792852818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Groovy Corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means a neat or nice corner but this blog used to have all movies and other movie related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     But now every thing has changed I have restarted this blog for all my Christian friends,believers of Jesus Christ &amp;amp; non believers who want to know him and follow his ways since Jesus answered, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-John 14:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    Its not my will but my fathers will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prayer is the Earthly License for Heavenly Interference so I pray to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; for this blog and also to all those who reach this blog.May the articles and links posted in this blog can build faith of lost Christians and unbelievers.This blog should be in a state to save a soul.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; bless this blog so that no evil can ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;So I start my first post with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LORD'S PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have any queries,suggestions &amp;amp; doubts please mail me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;vijesh.cormaty@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRAY FOR THIS BLOG AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1506457576333751244-3836817026136514526?l=groovycorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3836817026136514526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1506457576333751244&amp;postID=3836817026136514526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/3836817026136514526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1506457576333751244/posts/default/3836817026136514526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://groovycorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-groovy-corner.html' title='Welcome To Groovy Corner'/><author><name>Vijesh Cormaty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbhPSL2Rsj4/SiUFDgmMnVI/AAAAAAAAErY/Q_bkSmObIC4/s72-c/Prardhana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
