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		<title>As You Remember &#8211; Friday Link</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 11:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jason Petermann</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just one link for this week as we focus on our Lord.  As you think about the events of this week in the life of Jesus, remember, you are the reason Why He went through it all. His suffering was for you. He became sin for you.  And we will celebrate this Sunday, because of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just one link for this week as we focus on our Lord.  As you think about the events of this week in the life of Jesus, remember, you are the reason <strong><em>Why</em></strong> He went through it all. His suffering was for you. He became sin for you.  And we will celebrate this Sunday, because of what He did for you.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">We  rode into town                      the other day<br />
Just me and my Daddy<br />
He said I&#8217;d finally reached that age<br />
And I could ride next to him on a horse<br />
That of course was not quite as wide </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">We  heard a crowd                      of people shouting<br />
And so we stopped to find out why<br />
And there was that man<br />
That my dad said he loved<br />
But today there was fear in his eyes </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So  I said &#8220;Daddy,                      why are they screaming?<br />
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?<br />
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?<br />
I&#8217;ll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows<br />
Daddy, please can&#8217;t you do something?<br />
He looks as though He&#8217;s gonna cry<br />
you said he was stronger than all of those guys<br />
addy, please tell me why<br />
Why does everyone want him to die?&#8221; </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Later  that day                      the sky grew cloudy<br />
And Daddy said I should go inside<br />
Somehow he knew things would get stormy<br />
Boy was he right<br />
But I could not keep from wondering<br />
If there was something he had to hide </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So  after he left                      I had to find out<br />
I was not afraid of getting lost<br />
So I followed the crowds<br />
To a hill where I knew men had been killed<br />
And I heard a voice come from the cross </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And  it said, &#8220;Father,                      why are they screaming?<br />
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?<br />
Why are they casting their lots for My robe?<br />
This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows<br />
Father, please can&#8217;t You do something?<br />
I know that You must hear My cry<br />
I thought I could handle the cross of this size<br />
Father, remind Me why<br />
Why does everyone want Me to die?<br />
When will I understand why?&#8221; </span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">&#8220;My  precious                      Son, I hear them screaming<br />
I&#8217;m watching the face of the enemy beaming<br />
But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own<br />
Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know<br />
But this dark hour I must do nothing<br />
Though I&#8217;ve heard Your unbearable cry<br />
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies<br />
Soon You&#8217;ll see past their unmerciful eyes<br />
Look there below, see the child<br />
Trembling by her father&#8217;s side<br />
Now I can tell You why<br />
She is why You must die&#8221;</span></em></p>
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		<title>Remembering and Overwhelmed</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 14:48:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jason Petermann</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is Good Friday, and my thoughts are directed towards my Savior and the suffering He went through during this next 24 hour period nearly 2000 years ago.  As I sit here in my comfortable chair, drinking my coffee and listening to the sounds of a couple of my children as they go about their [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-856" title="jesus-cross" src="http://jasonpetermann.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/jesus-cross-300x224.jpg" alt="jesus-cross" width="300" height="224" />It is Good Friday, and my thoughts are directed towards my Savior and the suffering He went through during this next 24 hour period nearly 2000 years ago.  As I sit here in my comfortable chair, drinking my coffee and listening to the sounds of a couple of my children as they go about their day, I am overwhelmed.  Overwhelmed by the fact that Jesus did what He did&#8230; and that He did it for me.  Overwhelmed that God the Father would allow His Son, His PERFECT Son to bear the pain and suffer as He did. I am overwhelmed that by no merit of my own, the God of heaven showed favor on me by allowing Jesus to become sin for me&#8230; actually, it was more then that, He took upon Himself the sin of <em><strong>all</strong></em> humanity, so that we could come to God in a right relationship.</p>
<p>I am also overwhelmed, because even though God did all of this for me, I still sin. I am overwhelmed with the fact that Jesus shed His blood, yet I am still a selfish individual who chooses my way instead of His many times. I am overwhelmed to know that God&#8217;s plan is still to use me to love others and help them take their next step towards Him, even when all of my steps are not always in the right direction.  I am overwhelmed knowing, that with all of the good that I think I do, it is still not enough to merit the love that He pours on me every day.</p>
<p>I am overwhelmed&#8230;</p>
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