<?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-2169614231785839768</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:22:21.535-08:00</updated><category term='How He Loves prt. I'/><title type='text'>Aaron Carter Just Writing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169614231785839768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830332541306127369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DeuiLa4Nls/StimytVP6bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h0X3OEYOqAI/S220/DSC_0074.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169614231785839768.post-4612312994986130065</id><published>2010-04-13T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:33:34.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy to Enter. Hard to Stay.</title><content type='html'>I was blessed to listen to a webinar a couple of week ago on the subject of Praise and Worship; specifically on the foundations in growing a worship team. The lecture was great. A lot of good pointers. But there was one point that raised an eyebrow, and caused me to marinate on it for a while. He challenged the Ministers of Music/Worship pastors (whoever is in charge) to make the music ministry “easier to enter and harder to stay.” What this looks like is different from ministry to ministry, but the idea remains. Since I have been thinking on this for a while, I thought I’d talk about it and hopefully see what you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren’t many churches where if you were to walk in from the streets and wanted to get involved in the music ministry, you can freely do so. For most churches have some type of restrictions; and many are understandable. Maybe you could be apart of the “all comer’s choir”, but don’t expect to just waltz in the studio choir and be expected to sing. You may could sing in the choir, but not praise team. And for some churches, don’t even think you’re coming in with your axe about to sit in. NOT. Now, again I believe restrictions in a ministry are important, and the specifics are and should be up to the ministry and its culture. With that in mind, know that I’m not writing to tell you what your restrictions should be, but I am interested in taking a look at our restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go back and talk about what it means to make it “easier to enter”.  Some of these examples are my own, some of them come from the lecturer, but for the sake of the blogg I am not agreeing or disagreeing with any examples made. &lt;br /&gt;1. For the simple knowledge of how to get involved you gotta go through this one person. &lt;br /&gt;To explain myself…The person who is interested in getting involved sees you on stage, so they naturally approach you inquiring how to be apart. You’re response is… you will need to talk to this person or that person. Oppose to everyone who is apart of the ministry is able to articulate how to get involved in the arts ministry. This is a subtle way of not welcoming any and everyone into the ministry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You gotta set up a meeting with the Pastor. &lt;br /&gt;3. You must be a member of the church.  &lt;br /&gt;4. You must be a member for a certain amount of time. &lt;br /&gt;5. You must be of a certain spiritual maturity to be apart of certain areas of the arts ministries. &lt;br /&gt;6. You must be of a certain musical level&lt;br /&gt;7. You must be saved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now as you take a look at this list, I’m sure you can see your church in there somewhere. Some of you readers could probably add a couple of restrictions that your church practices. As a matter of fact, many of you (as I) can back up some of our restrictions with the word of God, and because of that, some of these restrictions are non-negotiable to many of us. However, a lot of our restrictions have basically co-signed with the sinner who says, “I have to get my stuff together before I go to church.” We are now saying “you have to get your stuff together a little better before you can get involved. “&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;But think about these restrictions for a moment, and think about what your ministry would look like if these restrictions were not in place. I would argue that your ministry would be in one of two categories; a place with a bunch of confusion, and spiritual mayhem; or it is a place where the worship pastor is really a pastor; where the minister of music is a minister first. In other words, success in an idea of “no restrictions” or “limited restrictions” would come from an environment that makes it difficult for you not to change. A place where you grow or go. It is a place where you are forever growing while the one who does not want to grow is so uncomfortable they just can’t stick around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So specifically what does this ministry with no restrictions look like? Well the sinner is embraced with love and ministry that challenges the need for Christ in their life. The saved non-member is being loved and embraced within community in such a way that there’s no reason they wouldn’t want to be a member. The talented saved artist who secretly has the “it don’t take all that” attitude about worship, is consistently welcomed in an environment where worship is consistently taught and practiced making it difficult for him not to be affected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? How does this sound to you? It sounds like Uhhhhhh real community to me. It sounds like what we preach church should look like; where we as the body is walking with you to your next place in life. But like I said earlier, it sounds like a place where the Worship Pastor really needs to be a Pastor. Within this idea, the leaders cannot get distracted by the music that needs to be learned, and program that needs to be prepared. In this environment the people that God has trusted us to lead must be first priority. Yes I know, looking for the holiest, most talented artist sure makes life so much easier as a leader. But think about how many people who could have saw you on stage and could relate to you because your similar talents, but never was given an opportunity to allow that thing that connects you to him (the art) to meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169614231785839768-4612312994986130065?l=acarterworshipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/feeds/4612312994986130065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/2010/04/easy-to-enter-hard-to-stay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169614231785839768/posts/default/4612312994986130065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169614231785839768/posts/default/4612312994986130065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/2010/04/easy-to-enter-hard-to-stay.html' title='Easy to Enter. Hard to Stay.'/><author><name>Aaron Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830332541306127369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DeuiLa4Nls/StimytVP6bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h0X3OEYOqAI/S220/DSC_0074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169614231785839768.post-531321232887600482</id><published>2009-12-02T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:52:16.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's already in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COWNER%7E1.YOU%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Something I had in my journal for a few months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mother went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; a couple of years ago. She shared an experience that I’ve heard many people share after a person has come back from a missions trip out of the country for the first time. She and the team she was with were doing something with a school in a poor area of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The leader of the team told my mother she wanted her to say something to the group of students. ( about 1 or 2 hundred) Her response to the leader who is a friend, was “no way” I don’t want to say anything to these kids. I don’t have anything to say to these kids. Her response came from her being older, she isn’t a speaker/preacher etc., and of course it was on the spot. Nevertheless the leader made her speak. My mom was so blessed. She opened her mouth, and every word that came out of her mouth, she felt was absorbed like a sponge. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Everyone who I’ve talked to who’s had this missions experience has resolved the same conclusion; they have so much to give. God has placed so much in us that we don’t use. My mom was saying things that may have been perceived to the common American as basic bible knowledge. But these kids’ lives were changed; changed with stuff that she has had within her for years. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I said all that to say that I believe that God is saying that you have all that you need within you. You have all that you need right there within you. Don’t expect other professionals, or scholars to be the answer for what you and you’re household is dealing with. (don’t trip, I’m not saying AT ALL not to use and consider other resources) God is saying clearly, that you have everything you need within you. God has prepared you for such a time as this. There is word within you that has been planted years ago for this hour. You have seen the power of God’s presence in a place, and in a situation. Practice/continue to practice His presence, no bars held. I know, you’re tired, I know you get tired, and the Ps. 34; praise is hard to get out sometimes, and you may fail in you’re press, but DON’T give up on that process!! It is your only key. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169614231785839768-531321232887600482?l=acarterworshipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/feeds/531321232887600482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-already-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169614231785839768/posts/default/531321232887600482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169614231785839768/posts/default/531321232887600482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-already-in-you.html' title='It&apos;s already in you'/><author><name>Aaron Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830332541306127369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DeuiLa4Nls/StimytVP6bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h0X3OEYOqAI/S220/DSC_0074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169614231785839768.post-1011703111771029906</id><published>2009-10-26T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:03:50.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How He Loves prt. I'/><title type='text'>My first of many Blogs  titled, “Lessons learned from the song, ‘How He Loves’.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COWNER%7E1.YOU%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so if you haven’t heard the song, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoC1ec-lYps"&gt;How He Loves&lt;/a&gt;, you need to. For you may be one that is not feeling the song, but there are many out there who shares how this song has touched them on a whole different level. I am one of them. I’ve been listening to the song for about 10 months now, and even now, when I think about, listen to or share the point of the song, I can cry at the drop of a dime. Here is my first lesson learned from this song. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I heard the song for the first time during a Friday night service, and all night Friday, a little Saturday morning, I was singing, “…Oh How He loves us so…” It kinda faded away by Saturday afternoon; but after church Sunday, while talking to a friend, the chorus jumped back on me. “Oh how He loves us so…” along with the chorus II “He loves us Oh how He loves us…” So Sunday, I’m singing it all the way home from church, just me and the kids. I’m singing it when we get home. Now what tends to happen is when a new song is being sung around the house my daughter Zoe, kinda’ slows down, and begins to look at you and study that song. Seeing this coming from her, I continue to sing knowing that she’s learning. Repeating this chorus over and over, my spirit is full while I’m loving on my daughter. After singing this chorus a few times I look to my right and notice my son (who has been sick since Friday) sitting on the floor about 4/5 steps away from me. As I turn to look at him, I see him looking down, while his hand begins to stretch out to touch this puddle of mystery substance that was sitting next to him. From my seat, I didn’t know which end it came out of, but I knew it came out of him. I run over to catch him in time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the chorus is still in my spirit, cleaning him and the carpet threw me off about 45 minutes from what I was planning on doing with my Sunday afternoon; but I didn’t care. It was nasty, it was messy, but I didn’t even care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;…Oh How He loves us so…For God loves us so much that He will clean our messiest mess up, and not even care. As a matter of fact, He wouldn’t have it any other way, for “He is Jealous for me…” He does not want you to go to anyone else to take care or you/clean you up but Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So we need to go to Him. We need to go to Him during a time that we would really want to try to make up our own recipe to how to fix our mess. You know; just not make a public big deal of our sin, and just attempt to fix it in private. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bottom line is, 1. &lt;i style=""&gt;He loves us So much.&lt;/i&gt; He loves us so much that loving us at our lowest and nastiest is effortless; and 2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYu68H7nNGQ"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;He is jealous for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving us in our mess is the only way He would have it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So what else is there to do but be honest with Him. Admit our mess and admit you want to be cleaned up. He’s got us covered. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169614231785839768-1011703111771029906?l=acarterworshipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/feeds/1011703111771029906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-of-many-blogs-titled-lessons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169614231785839768/posts/default/1011703111771029906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169614231785839768/posts/default/1011703111771029906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-of-many-blogs-titled-lessons.html' title='My first of many Blogs  titled, “Lessons learned from the song, ‘How He Loves’.'/><author><name>Aaron Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830332541306127369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DeuiLa4Nls/StimytVP6bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h0X3OEYOqAI/S220/DSC_0074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169614231785839768.post-7454771520670676695</id><published>2009-10-16T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:53:58.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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When the disciples saw it, they shooed them off. Jesus called them back. "Let these children alone. Don't get between them and me. These children are the kingdom's pride and joy. Mark this: Unless you accept God's kingdom in the simplicity of a child, you'll never get in." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;MSG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;So in what way can we be more like a child…? Once upon a time when I had no children, and no wife, a good friend of mine, Handel O, said “Aaron, I just look at my children and God just blows my mind teaching me things through them. “ Well now that I have children of my own, I could relate. For God has placed us in family to understand the family of God, and how we ought to live. In the family of God, we play the role of the child. The child, yes the child. Ever-since we were a child, we worked towards trying to be an adult. We wanted to be older, and our parent instilled in us daily with things that eventually helped us mature. As a child we want to be more and more independent, and many of our parents spent a lot of time trying to help us be more independent. Now here we are trying to be more like Christ, and Christ is telling us if we want to be more Christ-like, or more kingdom-minded, we have to abandon everything that we have been striving to do since we were a baby, and now we need to be more like a child. So in what way can we be more like a child? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;I.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Love- P&amp;amp;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;How do you choose to visualize the scripture above? &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:97.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\OWNER~1.YOU\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OWNER%7E1.YOU/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image002.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1025" width="130" height="160" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There are many illustrations, paintings that depict this event. The illustration that I like is one that I believe I had in my first children’s bible. It was a picture of Jesus sitting on the grass, with a bunch of children jumping on Him, playing with and around Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because Jesus had a way of relating to all types of people, I believed He didn’t start being real “churchy” when the children came around, I believe He just laid hands on Him in the midst of relating to them on their level. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;The Message translation says that, “…God’s kingdom is made up of people like these.” Reading this always makes me think that this was His antidote to being homesick. I believe the children loving on Him made Him feel like He was at home. For while at home, Jesus is just Praised and loved on all day long. Not the type of praise that we adults tend to give Him; but an un-inhibited praise, a no bars held affection of love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;For our loving on God should be in this matter. When I walk into my house, my children hear the “beep beep” of the door opening and the response is “Daddy!!!!” If they are downstairs, they run towards the door, yelling again, “Daddy!!!” They are so excited to see me, and don’t care about anything else. Nothing else matters at that time but loving on dad and telling him what they want to tell him even if I don’t understand what they are saying. Take a moment to watch a child love on someone they love, then attempt to love on God in that same way. The child does not care; stop caring. The child’s full expression is excitement. Quit allowing your adulthood gage your feelings, your emotions, your intimacy, your worship, towards God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;II.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Faith&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1 NIV&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;I’ve never thought about this before, but children can be a great model of faith. Hebrews 11:1 says, “…and certain of what we do not see.” In comparison to an adult, most children have not been in this world long enough to have seen anything. So a lot of what they do is with a trust in others. They have no worries that all their needs are met. They trust that their needs will be supplied by their parents. As a matter of fact, all they really see is their parents. The bills are there, the need for food is there, issues that come up that affects the family are there; but in a child’s eyes, all of these issues are eclipsed by their parents. I wonder what would happen if our issues were eclipsed by our focus on God? If we didn’t get distracted on the issue, and simply trust in who would take care of the issue for us. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;III.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;Obedience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;The bible says, “Children obey your parents in the Lord for this is right.” For this is right? What kind of reason is that? I mean it is a good reason, but it sure is vague. Why is it right? What makes it right? Hmp! …For this is right. So why did God give us the reasoning, “…for this is right?” It’s the same reasoning that we give our children the answer, “…because I said so”. Lol. You know when we ask our child to do something, they ask why, and our response is “Because I said so”. Why do we say that? Well sometimes this is our response because obedience is a reason enough. But a lot of the times the answer is just too much to explain. You’d spend time trying to explain it to them and it just only leads to more questions. Or the conversation would end with them not really understanding why. The best thing the child can do right then, is to obey. Eventually, they’ll understand the whys. The bottom line is that we give our children certain direction because we love them, we want to protect them, and we want what’s best for our children. The parent is able to see harm much farther than what the child can see. So what makes no sense to the child is clear direction for the parent. Like an earthly parent, God tends to guide us (through the Holy Spirit) in certain direction that makes absolutely no sense to us. But after it’s all said and done, we understand that God had a specific direction He was taking us all along. Even our pains that God allows us to go through have a designed purpose that is too far away for us to see with our own human eyes. Just as it hurts us to see our child go through pain that is necessary, it hurts our heavenly Father to see us go through pain that we must go through. But at the end of the day, he directs us, corrects us, guides us, and allows pain because He loves us farther than what we can see. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169614231785839768-7454771520670676695?l=acarterworshipper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/feeds/7454771520670676695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169614231785839768/posts/default/7454771520670676695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169614231785839768/posts/default/7454771520670676695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarterworshipper.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-child.html' title='Like a child'/><author><name>Aaron Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05830332541306127369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DeuiLa4Nls/StimytVP6bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/h0X3OEYOqAI/S220/DSC_0074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
