<?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-6686990935486500869</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:23:40.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine Christmas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cody Bettis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019335051537267737</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-2763287053767892921</id><published>2009-12-11T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:01:41.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas the Night Before Imagine Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SyMipQFb1cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h-1JsYVZOMU/s1600-h/1day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SyMipQFb1cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h-1JsYVZOMU/s200/1day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414209269117212098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and all through the Lord's house, not a computer is whirling with a wireless mouse.   The lights are all hung from the ceiling with care, in hopes that 3000 people would soon be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it is the night before IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!  This month has flown by.  All the rehearsals are done.  All the videos are finished.  All the lights are programmed.  All the decorations have been set.  All the lines have been memorized.  All the music has been rehearsed.  Now all we need is for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me rewind for you to the summer.  It seems like just a moment ago that we were all sitting in my house, listening to music and watching videos of production elements...IMAGINATIONS running wild!  The excitement was high.  Thoughts were that this might be the biggest and best Christmas program that First Euless has ever done.  We were working hard to dream big and make sure that every part of the Worship Ministry would be involved to bring to you IMAGINE CHRISTMAS, From The Begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast forward to December 11th... All the work has been accomplished.  Now it is just time to allow you to experience it with us.  To help you see Christmas in a whole new way.  And I don't mean the color scheme or set on the stage.  I don't mean rearranging this original Bible story.  Think about this for just a minute. To us, the believer, Christmas isn't the pretty lights, trees with wrapped presents  and Christmas carols.  It is the appointed time that God sent us Emmanuel and fulfilled his name, "EMMANUEL, God With Us."  The world was waiting for their Messiah.  And after His time to come was completed and the price was paid that satisfied His Father, we were given the Holy Spirit, who lives in us.  For me...Christmas is always living in me.  Now we await his coming again.  But until then, we have to share Christmas with the rest of the world.  Not in gifts and toys...but in name.  He is the One True Gift - perfect, meeting all needs.  So, that is what we are doing tomorrow at First Euless.  We're celebrating the time when Christmas was given once for all. Join us tomorrow at either 3 or 6 pm.  Oh, and don't forget the Little Levites Pre-Show at 5:30 pm.  And bring your IMAGINATION, running wild like a child's.  And join with us as we re-visit this timeless story of the First Christmas.  This is way better than "visions of sugar plums dancing in your heads..."  See you tomorrow or watch online at www.firsteuless.com&lt;br /&gt;MERRY IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!&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/6686990935486500869-2763287053767892921?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2763287053767892921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=2763287053767892921' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2763287053767892921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2763287053767892921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-night-before-imagine-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas the Night Before Imagine Christmas...'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SyMipQFb1cI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h-1JsYVZOMU/s72-c/1day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-8533141363372862067</id><published>2009-12-09T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:01:53.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beehive of Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SyCpMYI_a2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/h7WM2LYnDPg/s1600-h/3days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SyCpMYI_a2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/h7WM2LYnDPg/s200/3days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413512782203022178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The week is finally here!  I just can't believe it...but it has arrived.  And each day has been a beehive of activity.  Lights were delivered and hung.  The stage was struck and the orchestra pit was formed.  The Serpent took form.  The curtain was hung.  The star was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pullied&lt;/span&gt;.  The dancers have practiced.  The Tree of Life swayed in the breeze...oh and I think I saw 2 giraffes walking around the Worship Center tonight.  See...a beehive of activity.  Each day this week we've be working on one more element than the day before, layering them together like a scrumptious cake that will just be waiting on you when you arrive.  But as busy as we were today, the moments to stop and be thankful for God's providence were there.  I went into this day trying to remind myself to not be so busy as to miss God at work all around me.  There was another woman over 2000 years ago who was mindful of how God must be working out the all important details on her behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IMAGINE THIS with me for just a minute....  Mary was only 3 days away from the time appointed that she would give birth to the Christ-child.  She had been on a long journey with her new husband.  She was very pregnant and not with HIS child.  There were tons of other people who were also having to travel to Bethlehem.  All returning to the city of their ancestors birth.  We don't really know what weather must have been like for them.  We don't really know if people traveling that similar journey were helpful to them.  We don't really know if their donkey was traveling at a decent pace or decided to stop and be stubborn from his weariness from carrying this young and very pregnant girl.  So, IMAGINE all of the uncertainty, all of the activity...  This is a favorite part of scripture for me.  The Bible says that "Mary pondered or hid all of this in her heart."  She held all of this journey, as crazy as it was, near and dear to her heart.  God's child lived inside her body.  Surely, the journey for her was a different than for others.  Her point of view watching God deliver His plan of redemption to earth was the closest possible.  Surely her soul was very sensitive to how God was working around her...after all He was IN her too. &lt;br /&gt;So this week as we work hard to be prepared for your arrival at IMAGINE CHRISTMAS, From the Beginning, my prayer is that my soul and spirit is ever sensitive to all that God is doing to prepare the message.  I hope you'll join me in praying for the souls who need to hear the message of REDEMPTION made flesh.  Pray their hearts will be ripe and ready to just receive THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS GIFT EVER GIVEN.  His name is Jesus.  He is Emmanuel, God With Us.&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/6686990935486500869-8533141363372862067?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8533141363372862067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=8533141363372862067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8533141363372862067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8533141363372862067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/beehive-of-activity.html' title='A Beehive of Activity'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SyCpMYI_a2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/h7WM2LYnDPg/s72-c/3days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7586430485319985696</id><published>2009-12-06T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:33:27.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SxyFZ1kRJbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/W4YHwna2vfc/s1600-h/6days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SxyFZ1kRJbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/W4YHwna2vfc/s400/6days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412347531114915250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMAGINE CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From the Beginning&lt;br /&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/6686990935486500869-7586430485319985696?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7586430485319985696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7586430485319985696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7586430485319985696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7586430485319985696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-counting.html' title='And Counting...'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SxyFZ1kRJbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/W4YHwna2vfc/s72-c/6days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1089478187587426946</id><published>2009-12-05T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:55:21.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouth of Babes</title><content type='html'>Today I brought Evie into the office to record some voiceovers for some Scripture video transitions Lainie is working on for the program.&amp;nbsp; We documented some of our experiences and wanted to share them with you!&amp;nbsp; (Disclaimer: Evie picked out her own socks this morning, don't blame me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="282" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dR_7tC3qnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dR_7tC3qnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really great time where we got to focus on the Word of God and review what we know (or thought we knew) about the birth of His Son.  How beautiful to hear it from the simple, sweet perspective of a 3-year-old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-1089478187587426946?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1089478187587426946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1089478187587426946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1089478187587426946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1089478187587426946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/evie-wade-rising-star.html' title='Out of the Mouth of Babes'/><author><name>Aaron Wade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09828922592558789499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VT4hp0PBGbI/R_cZ9Sawu5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zW7k0KokfrE/S220/October+2007+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-8995441763252680900</id><published>2009-12-01T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:23:21.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Earth Receive Her King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;Joy to the World , the Lord is come!&lt;br /&gt;Let earth receive her King;&lt;br /&gt;Let every heart prepare Him room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;And Heaven and nature sing,&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven and nature sing,&lt;br /&gt;And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IMAGINE with me for just a moment...off in the distance on a cold winter's night, a cry of a newborn is heard.  He's not just any newborn.  He is  God wrapped in flash, Emmanuel, God With Us.  The Great I AM.  Creation's child.  Yahweh.  The Savior of the World.  Our Redeemer.  At this moment, he is a helpless infant looking for warmth and the love of a mother and father. And as Mary and Joseph turned their focus to meeting the needs of this little one, what must all of creation have been doing?  Can't you just IMAGINE that every rock, bird, animal, all of God's creation was rejoicing in its own way that the Savior had entered the world.  If we could just hear with our human ears what Heaven must have sounded like as all of the focus was upon this child, this moment, this birth.  Excitement had to fill the air as earth received her King.  And don't you think that God's creation was always in tune with its Creator?  I IMAGINE so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#336699;"&gt;Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!&lt;br /&gt;Let men their songs employ;&lt;br /&gt;While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the sounding joy,&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the sounding joy,&lt;br /&gt;Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SxXPLd4IlGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_Y1PLhuxuRs/s1600/11days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SxXPLd4IlGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_Y1PLhuxuRs/s400/11days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410458323261101154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&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/6686990935486500869-8995441763252680900?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8995441763252680900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=8995441763252680900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8995441763252680900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8995441763252680900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-earth-receive-her-king.html' title='Let Earth Receive Her King'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SxXPLd4IlGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_Y1PLhuxuRs/s72-c/11days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-3646480845236775335</id><published>2009-11-30T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:45:33.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Is Drawing Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24967"&gt;Luke 2:1-2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24967"&gt;"1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24968"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24969"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And everyone went to his own town to register.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24970"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24971"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24972"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you just imagine what Joseph might have been thinking as Mary's time drew near to deliver God's Son?  Let's IMAGINE what could have been going through his mind as he walked over 100 miles and neared the town of Bethlehem and Mary informed him that Baby Jesus was on the way.  Could it have been something like this....&lt;br /&gt;"This isn't the way I planned it, God.  Not at all.  This child being born in a stable?  This isn't the way I thought it would be.  A cave with sheep and donkeys, hay and straw?  My wife giving birth with only the stars to hear her pain?&lt;br /&gt;This isn't all how I imagined it.  No, I imagined family.  I imagined grandmothers.  I imagined neighbors clustered outside the door and friends standing at my side.  I imagined the house erupting with the first cry of the infant.  Slaps on the back.  Loud laughter.  Jubilation.&lt;br /&gt;That's how I thought it would be...&lt;br /&gt;But now, who will celebrate with us?  The sheep?  The shepherds?  The stars?&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't seem right.  What kind of husband am I?  I provide no midwife to aid my wife.  No bed to rest her back.  Her pillow is a blanket from my donkey...  Did I miss something?  Did, I God? &lt;br /&gt;When you sent the angel and spoke of the son being born - this isn't what I pictured.  I envisioned Jerusalem, the temple, the priests, and the people gathered to watch.  A pageant perhaps.  A parade...I mean this is the Messiah!  Forgive me for asking....but is this how God enters the world? &lt;br /&gt;The coming of an angel, I've accepted.  The questions people asked about the pregnancy, I can tolerate.  The trip to Bethlehem, fine.  But why a birth in a stable, God?  Any minute Mary will give birth.  Not to a child, but to the Messiah.  Not to an infant, but to God.   That's what the angel said.  That's what Mary believes.  And God, my God, that is what I want to believe.  This is not easy.  Help me believe."&lt;br /&gt;Who could IMAGINE a king...the King of Kings would come this way?  God's plan to redeem us back to Himself. &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/6686990935486500869-3646480845236775335?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3646480845236775335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=3646480845236775335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/3646480845236775335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/3646480845236775335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-is-drawing-near.html' title='The Time Is Drawing Near'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-2136564380344691905</id><published>2009-11-20T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:59:35.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much To Do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SwbkuxW7d1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fv7-Bc-_cuw/s1600/22days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SwbkuxW7d1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fv7-Bc-_cuw/s400/22days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406259894879483730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are flying by here at First Euless, and each day has some time, if not a lot of time, spent on our plans for Imagine Christmas, From The Beginning.  There is just so much to do as we keep moving toward this wonderful event.  I hope you will pray for us as we are in constant work and motion to make this year's version of Imagine Christmas the best yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much to do to get ready, it does make me stop to ponder what it must have been like for Mary.  She was just a girl and one blessed day her entire world changed.  She went from planning to be a wife to planning to be a mother.  And she knew that she was carrying God's baby.  She missed so many things to surrender her will to God's will for her life.  And I IMAGINE that threw her into a constant state of motion and preparation.  She did journey away from her family for a portion of her pregnancy.  Her cousin Elizabeth was carrying a very special child too.  And Mary's heart was moved to go and stay with Elizabeth for a while.  Don't you know she learned so much as she waited and watched Elizabeth give birth to the one who would "prepare the way for the Lord".  How much they talked, planned, sewed and prepared over those many days.  But Mary's journey was so different.  Elizabeth had a husband, a house, a plan.  Mary had so many questions.  I love this passage in the Bible where it simply states that "Mary pondered all of this in her heart."  At night, did she wonder if Joseph would ever look at her like Zechariah looked at Elizabeth.  When Elizabeth gave birth, did she wonder if she'd be able to handle the pain?  Did she look around at all of Elizabeth's friends and family and wonder who would be there to help her when her time came?  When she saw Zechariah hold John for the first time, did she wonder if Joseph would love her baby, knowing that it wasn't his?  Would he help her raise God's Son?  So much to do....so many questions to be answered...  I can only IMAGINE just how much faith Mary must have had to trust God for all of this and so much more.&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/6686990935486500869-2136564380344691905?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2136564380344691905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=2136564380344691905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2136564380344691905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2136564380344691905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/much-to-do.html' title='Much To Do!'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SwbkuxW7d1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fv7-Bc-_cuw/s72-c/22days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-696857653912717777</id><published>2009-11-16T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:03:46.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine Mary's Mundane Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever let yourself imagine just what Mary might have been doing the day that the messenger from God paid her a visit.  Imagine for just a second...perhaps she was out in the harvest field picking up the barley or wheat that her father had just cut down with his big sheath.  Or maybe she was washing dishes out behind her family's humble dwelling.  Maybe she was taking the other children for a walk so her mother could have a moment of solitude from the busy chores of child rearing.  Or maybe it was something fun that a young girl would be doing, like playing hide and go seek with her other adolescent friends, when there in the middle of the corn field that she was hiding in, an angelic being stepped out from behind the rock and met her in the middle of the mundane.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think about my day.  It was filled with meetings, emails, phone calls, lots of time spent on IMAGINE CHRISTMAS, but at any point did a find myself at a place where I could meet God in the middle of the mudane?  Was there a phone call that I needed to take because the person on the other end was a miracle moment put in the middle of my Monday? Or a person I passed by because I was just really ready to get home and out of the mass of people that were shopping at Wal-Mart?  Or that potential "sweet mommy moment" that my son needed but felt like an interruption while I was cooking dinner?  These are ministry moments that I surely could have missed in many places on this mundane Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But what about an encounter with the Holy One.  I'm not suggesting that a messenger from God the Father was going to step around the corner at the grocery to deliver a message straight from the throne of Heaven.  But the Spirit does live inside me, and He richly fills me each and every moment that I surrender to walking in the Spirit.  A moment of obedience so that I know the right thing to do; or a moment of encouragement from the peace He promises to fill me with when I surrender to His will.  So many days can become mundane.  I challenge you to be like Mary, and find yourself in a place where God Himself can meet you in the middle of the mundane.  Mary's meeting changed our world FOREVER!   Who could have imagined?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SwGhmuwLx5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/8ifgWQp6yRs/s1600/26days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SwGhmuwLx5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/8ifgWQp6yRs/s400/26days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404778714578536338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-696857653912717777?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/696857653912717777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=696857653912717777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/696857653912717777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/696857653912717777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/imagine-marys-mundane-monday.html' title='Imagine Mary&apos;s Mundane Monday'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SwGhmuwLx5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/8ifgWQp6yRs/s72-c/26days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1059429388789973131</id><published>2009-11-12T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:48:56.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To God Be The Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the words to the hymn, "To God Be the Glory".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To God be the glory, great things He has done.  So loved He the world that He gave us His Son.  Who yielded His life an atonement for sin, and opened the life gates that all may go in.  Praise the Lord!  Praise the Lord!  Let the earth hear His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; voice.  Praise the Lord!  Praise the Lord!  Let the people rejoice!  O come to the Father through Jesus the Son, and give Him the glory great things He has done!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might be asking yourself, what does this have to do with Imagine Christmas?  Aren't we on an imagination journey towards IMAGINE CHRISTMAS, from the beginning?  And my answer is this has everything to do with why we celebrate Christmas.  You're probably like me.  I sing this song and automatically think about the cross.  And yes!  It WAS the great thing He did for us, the way to redeem us back to Himself.  But He didn't come as a grown up, walk up the hill to Golgotha and lay His life down, once for all.  No, God the Father gave up His son long before that, when Jesus laid down His kingly robes, and stepped across His created galaxies and solar systems to come and dwell in the tiny womb of a young girl.  He lived inside, just as you and I did, completely dependent on His mother for life.  He was born the same way you and I were, only I wasn't born in a cold, dark barn.  My mom didn't have to lay me down for my first nap in a feeding trough on rags.  This is where "the great thing" He did for you and me began.  In a little village, on what seemed to be a normal night.  But God the Father waited, just like Mary and Joseph did for The Son to be born.  And then, He had to learn and grow just like you and me.  He stumbled and fell when He learned to walk.  He had chores.  He worked hard and sweated like His earthly father, Joseph.  The journey to the cross didn't speed up because He was God wrapped in flesh.  So, at this time of the year, when I sing "To God Be the Glory for the great things He has done!"  I think about His coming and becoming a baby people.  It took 30 years x 365 days before Jesus officially began His ministry on earth towards the cross.  And every day and every experience and every step was made with you and me in mind!  Wow!  Just IMAGINE IT!  TO GOD BE THE GLORY FOR THE GREAT THINGS HE HAS DONE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvyQN3LhXZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BfdAnBH1QNg/s1600-h/31days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvyQN3LhXZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BfdAnBH1QNg/s400/31days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403352220762725778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6686990935486500869-1059429388789973131?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1059429388789973131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1059429388789973131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1059429388789973131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1059429388789973131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-god-be-glory.html' title='To God Be The Glory'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvyQN3LhXZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BfdAnBH1QNg/s72-c/31days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7273084953321711876</id><published>2009-11-10T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:05:10.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever studied Promises in the Bible?  My favorite promise and one of the first ones recorded for us to watch unfold was the promise God gave to Abraham about being the father of many nations.  If you know this old story, then you know that Abraham was married to Sarah and they were married a long, long time, and were unable to have children.  All along their journey, God sent word by messengers and Himself told Abraham that his descendants would be as many as the grains of sand near the ocean.  But years passed by and there was no promise fulfilled.  The Bible says that "with all hope gone, Abraham had faith in hope of the promise."  And in his and Sarah's old age, a son was given to them.  And the people that God lovingly calls His children began with a son named Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But there was another Promise yet to be fulfilled.  When sin entered the world, God's plan was to send a Redeemer to make a way for us to come back to him.  Not the same way as in the garden, but a Savior, a sin debt paid "once for all" - and the plan was His Son.  But there were many silent years when the children of Israel, Abraham's descendants had no word from God.  He was silent.  There are no books of the Bible to bridge the years of silence.  But quietly, the children of Issac prayed and awaited "The Promise".  The petitioned their quiet God, asking for Him to send the Promised One.  "Emmanuel is sure to find us soon...."  Quiet waiting is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;And then there was a angel who was sent to speak to a young girl, whom had been chosen to be the mother of Creation's child.  She was a virgin, but had been promised as someone's wife, Joseph - a good, God-fearing man.  She would be the blessed one who would bring God's Son into this world, The Promised One had been sent to us.  He didn't arrive on a big white horse.  He didn't have a coronation ceremony.  There were no royal robes and silver spoons.  It was a quiet night, in a cold manger, when His mother and His earthly father would watch Him take his first breath.  God's child entrusted to them to raise as one of us.&lt;br /&gt;You know, Abraham knew God very well.  He had one promise to be fulfilled.  But I know my Jesus, and He's given me 1000's of promises in His Word.  And each and every one of them are promises to be fulfilled, if we trust and have faith.  Promises given to me from the Promised One!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/Svn_dYojXfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CsTwn0HPm_Q/s1600-h/32days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/Svn_dYojXfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CsTwn0HPm_Q/s400/32days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402630108301450738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6686990935486500869-7273084953321711876?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7273084953321711876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7273084953321711876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7273084953321711876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7273084953321711876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/promise.html' title='The Promise'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/Svn_dYojXfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CsTwn0HPm_Q/s72-c/32days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-2733589512458028765</id><published>2009-11-09T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:16:12.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"They Saw The Child...and They Bowed Down and Worshiped Him"</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/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvhxO0HqinI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DeDl95Voim8/s1600-h/33days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvhxO0HqinI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DeDl95Voim8/s400/33days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402192252353809010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever let your mind IMAGINE what it would be like to meet Jesus face to face?  There is a very popular song called, "I Can Only Imagine" that is about imagining what it would be like to see Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can only imagine, what my eyes will see, when Your Face is before me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I can only imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel? Will I dance for you, Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;Or in awe of You, be still?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all?  I can only imagine!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyrics and Music by Mercy Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Using these lyrics, let's IMAGINE for just a moment what it must have been like for the shepherds, who were tending their sheep on a dark hillside just outside of the little village of Bethlehem.  Perhaps they were warming themselves by the fire, or they had just bedded down for the night, knowing that every sheep was accounted for out on the hillside.  Then pow!  A great light appeared and illuminated the entire night sky.  And standing before them, or flying, was a group of Heavenly beings who came with a message just for them.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 2:10-11, "Do not be afraid, for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people.  For there is born to you this day in the city of David, a Savior, who is Christ the Lord."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What a sight!  And in one moment, their lives were changed forever.  Because as they journeyed to the nearby village in search of "A Savior", they found a tiny baby wrapped in rags, lying in a feeding trough.  He was their Savior, Christ the Lord, given to all people.  And what did they do?  They bowed and worshiped the infant,  Heaven's child.  And they left the manger and went and told everyone they could of the wonders they had witnessed.  And the world began to change because Immanuel had entered the world, God with us.&lt;br /&gt;It causes me to ask this question of myself..."What do I do when I come into the presence of the Holy One, Jesus?"  Yesterday, I watched as one of our worship leaders found herself standing in the throne room, face to face worshiping our Risen Lord.  And in that moment, she bowed her knee, right on our stage, in honor of the One who is her Savior, Christ Jesus.  Over 1,000 people were watching, but she was just worshiping One.  Truthfully, it doesn't take any IMAGINATION to answer this question, "What do you do when you come face to face with Christ?"  It's more than a story, more than a fairy tale....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-2733589512458028765?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2733589512458028765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=2733589512458028765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2733589512458028765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2733589512458028765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-saw-childand-they-bowed-down-and.html' title='&quot;They Saw The Child...and They Bowed Down and Worshiped Him&quot;'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvhxO0HqinI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DeDl95Voim8/s72-c/33days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1600530750056557363</id><published>2009-11-07T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:34:47.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Will Be Here Before We Know It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvY8PqLcUKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/r_YqINYV2Qk/s1600-h/35days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvY8PqLcUKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/r_YqINYV2Qk/s400/35days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401571042795475106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-1600530750056557363?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1600530750056557363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1600530750056557363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1600530750056557363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1600530750056557363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-will-be-here-before-we-know-it.html' title='It Will Be Here Before We Know It!'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvY8PqLcUKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/r_YqINYV2Qk/s72-c/35days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7485260083728891098</id><published>2009-11-04T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:21:49.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Ruined It!</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/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvIHqAdM9VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/g8AJG3sW-ms/s1600-h/38days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvIHqAdM9VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/g8AJG3sW-ms/s200/38days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400387321429030226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever let your imagination sit upon what it might be like if Adam and Eve hadn't given in to the temptation the serpent presented them with in the garden?  God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit and just spent 6 amazing day creating everything from nothing.  Their finest creation, the one created in their own image was to rule over the other creatures in the garden - Paradise!  I mean, the food was perfect, the climate was perfect, everything was perfect!  And past that, they had intimate and immediate fellowship with their Creator.  Everything they could have ever possibly needed was all there, and He was there with them.  IMAGINE walking and talking with Creator God.&lt;br /&gt;There was only 1 rule..."Don't eat from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil."  One forbidden fruit...just one in comparison with everything else.  And one enemy of man who was allowed access to them.  He must have had such a persuasive argument that day...or was it over many days that he talked and whispered in Eve's ear.  He certainly didn't make her do it, but I'm sure Satan gave it all he had.  It must have felt like such a victory for him to be able to tempt the woman and the man into choosing against their Creator God.  And in one choice...one moment...EVERYTHING was changed FOREVER.  And Adam and Eve, God's finest creations, were forced to flee the perfect Garden that was created just for them.  It was in that one moment when our need for a Savior, a Redeemer became necessary.  Sin had entered the world.  And it would be a long time that the true enemy of God and man would rule upon the face of this created earth until God the Father would send His Son to save us.  But not the way many thought.  A baby...a man...one of us, who would know every sin we'd ever face ,but would choose the right way so that He could defeat sin and save us all. &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to IMAGINE the world perfect because all we know is imperfect.  Doesn't that make us all the more grateful that our Savior, born a tiny baby, came all the way from His heavenly home to become one of us so that He could save us, once for all.  There is no need to IMAGINE that part.  He did it.  It happened and we are FOREVER changed again.  Hope entered the world...and His name is Emmanuel, God With Us...Jesus. &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/6686990935486500869-7485260083728891098?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7485260083728891098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7485260083728891098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7485260083728891098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7485260083728891098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-ruined-it.html' title='They Ruined It!'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SvIHqAdM9VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/g8AJG3sW-ms/s72-c/38days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-5583767820517644034</id><published>2009-11-03T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:49:03.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating Something From Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genesis 1:1, "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this....NOTHING...can you do it?  Can you clear your mind of everything and imagine nothing?  That was what it was before God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit created.  They spoke the world and all that is in it into existence.  And isn't our world and its creation amazing!  Talk about some imagination!  This year's IMAGINE CHRISTMAS production journeys all the way back to the beginning, and at the beginning, there was nothing.  And God began to speak into existence a perfectly created world.  For 6 days, He spoke and there was something from nothing, over and over again.  And His finest creation of all, man in His own image.  And God looked at all He had created and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now meet Aaron Wade.  He is our worship associate, and this year he has been given the challenge of creating something from nothing.  Robert asked Aaron to write an original composition for our Creation production number.  That's right!  An original.  And Aaron started with nothing.  This process is so interesting to be a part of.  Here is just a sneak preview of how an original piece of music is composed, in order to come to life live in our IMAGINE CHRISTMAS production. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-378d2f08fc6c2442" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D378d2f08fc6c2442%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331226099%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14DBB7898F27D5A51143791C2A229F17F10FE9DC.6D4782B4B2ACCE39E691D08533009D20230F738E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D378d2f08fc6c2442%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1pO44Chpj1gBitq9yyiKJNPWLl8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D378d2f08fc6c2442%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331226099%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14DBB7898F27D5A51143791C2A229F17F10FE9DC.6D4782B4B2ACCE39E691D08533009D20230F738E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D378d2f08fc6c2442%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1pO44Chpj1gBitq9yyiKJNPWLl8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaron has a software that has sample sounds of each instrument in an orchestra.  We put together some sample video of what will be happening on the stage to IMAGINE what creation could have been like according to the scriptural account in Genesis.  Then the writing begins.  Aaron has used a great deal of imagination, had many meetings with other musicians and worship staff members, and worked many long hours in order to produce something from nothing.  And he has had to do it over and over again for every instrument that makes up the orchestra for the show.  Each one needing a different part that comes together to make one piece of music.    This musical moment has already created much anticipation for us here at First Euless.  To celebrate life of all living creatures FROM THE BEGINNING.  It causes me to stand amazed and in awe of what God did so long ago, and what He alone enables us to do today, through Him.  We have already been praising God for His new creations through us for IMAGINE CHRISTMAS, From the Beginning.  39 days and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just for your information, Aaron is on Day 8 of his Creation.&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/6686990935486500869-5583767820517644034?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5583767820517644034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=5583767820517644034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5583767820517644034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5583767820517644034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/creating-something-from-nothing.html' title='Creating Something From Nothing'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1973799033085002483</id><published>2009-11-02T10:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:54:02.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Days and Counting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/Su8n-UE_ijI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3xsrzgo9rJw/s1600-h/40days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/Su8n-UE_ijI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3xsrzgo9rJw/s200/40days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399578429735537202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween is over and that officially ushers in the Christmas season, right?  I know, Thanksgiving is still to come and it is a holiday that we must not forget, but as far as the world is concerned, Christmas marketing has already begun.  And people all over the Metroplex and America are already beginning to make their plans for Christmas.  When will the office party be?  Will all the family be able to travel home for Christmas this year?  What do the kids want for Christmas?  Instantly, we begin having "Christmas" on our minds.  But none of this is really about Christmas at all.  As believers, we don't really celebrate Christmas for Christmas trees, presents, parties, etc.  We celebrate Christmas because it marks the blessed event of our Savior's birth. &lt;br /&gt;At the time of Christ's birth over 2000 years ago, the Jewish people had spent 100's of years praying and asking God for a Messiah....a Deliver.  The world changed and many forgot about God.  But a few faithful continued asking and praying for the Long-awaited Savior to come and rescue their people.  Sound familiar? &lt;br /&gt;I hope that as you take this 40 day Imagination journey with us, that you'll begin to pray for the world that surrounds you - your neighbors, co-workers, friends, acquaintances - to see the Christ of Christmas.  The world is gearing up for our "greatest holiday", but the entire time forgetting that Christmas is about Christ.  Pray that God will open their eyes.  Ask God for an opportunity to invite them to see a clear presentation of the Gospel.  Find a way to invite them at this time of year when they are most open to attending a Christmas program.  The message is timeless.  Ask God to begin softening their hearts, opening their eyes to make a way for the seed of the Gospel to be planted in their lives.  The Christ of Christmas lives in me.  It is my job to share the news.&lt;br /&gt;40 Days...here we go!&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/6686990935486500869-1973799033085002483?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1973799033085002483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1973799033085002483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1973799033085002483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1973799033085002483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/40-days-and-counting.html' title='40 Days and Counting!'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/Su8n-UE_ijI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3xsrzgo9rJw/s72-c/40days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-154552079004449394</id><published>2009-10-29T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:27:27.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine Christmas 2009 - From the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SunPqpxhKlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UMjvRJBAmc8/s1600-h/Choir+Invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SunPqpxhKlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UMjvRJBAmc8/s320/Choir+Invite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398073960055253586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of you followed along with us at First Baptist Church Euless last year, as we took a journey "somewhere between our memories and our imaginations" of what the first Christmas could have been like.  And what a journey it was!  Now it's time to prepare ourselves for a whole new journey that starts with Christmas, but will travel back to the beginning....the VERY BEGINNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE CHRISMTAS 2009, will be filled with some of your favorites from last year, as well as many new amazing experiences for this year.  It is a journey you can't miss out on.  And we'll start counting down the days, 41 and counting, right here on this blog beginning Sunday.  I hope you'll visit us regularly as we use our imaginations to create anticipation for this event.  And mark your calendars right now for Saturday, December 12 at 3 and 6 pm for IMAGINE CHRISTMAS From the Beginning.  Let the imagination journey begin!&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/6686990935486500869-154552079004449394?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/154552079004449394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=154552079004449394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/154552079004449394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/154552079004449394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/10/imagine-christmas-2009-from-beginning.html' title='Imagine Christmas 2009 - From the Beginning'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SunPqpxhKlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UMjvRJBAmc8/s72-c/Choir+Invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-6650535797039216608</id><published>2009-01-08T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:36:09.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A look back at '08 causes to celebrate and anticipate '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a75a509e055f4f9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a75a509e055f4f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331226099%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB986A3F26DCFDEF818B1F4603AE89302F14103A.3B4649D7E6C0418047655A6B1DCE95591D03CB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a75a509e055f4f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx4oXbZuGA_150aUzis9xayczZx0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a75a509e055f4f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331226099%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB986A3F26DCFDEF818B1F4603AE89302F14103A.3B4649D7E6C0418047655A6B1DCE95591D03CB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a75a509e055f4f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx4oXbZuGA_150aUzis9xayczZx0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that it might seem that I disappeared after Christmas.  Truthfully...I have no idea if any of our followers (and 14 is awesome) would even think to go back on to this blogsite to continue thinking about Imagine Christmas.  But, just in case, I had to share this with you...our year.  I couldn't get it all in there...we did much more than this, like Easter, First Sunday night events...and oh, yea, there is a Sunday every 7 days...but, this is a recap of all we have to be thankful for.  There was much that God allowed us to do through Him last year.  And what that does is build ANTICIPATION for this year that lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you must come along with us.  We were created for Worship.  And the staff of the Worship Ministry is in deep prayer that true, heartfelt, God-honoring worship will be unleashed at our church and in our people.  A deep desire, a craving for giving back to God...or getting down on your face in awe of Him...or just sitting in the private place where you come in anticipation of meeting with God and sitting there...STILL...listening, waiting on Him.  This could be the year...look at the world around us.  Isn't the earth moaning for His return.  Aren't God's people being persecuted all over the world?  Now is the time...let's celebrate where we've been...let's look forward to what lies ahead....and let's unleash our sincerest WORSHIP to the ONE who created us for WORSHIP.&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/6686990935486500869-6650535797039216608?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a75a509e055f4f9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6650535797039216608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=6650535797039216608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/6650535797039216608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/6650535797039216608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-back-at-08-causes-to-celebrate-and.html' title='A look back at &apos;08 causes to celebrate and anticipate &apos;09'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-5583474523251075557</id><published>2008-12-12T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:48:13.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas the Night Before Imagine Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUMsxBJkvDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mmyXGSP-18s/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUMsxBJkvDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mmyXGSP-18s/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279112408842157106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and all through the Lord's house, not a computer is whirling with a wireless mouse.   The lights are all hung from the cieling with care, in hopes that 3000 people would soon be there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe it is the night before IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!  This month has flown by.  All the rehearsals are done.  All the videos are finished.  All the lights are programmed.  All the decorations have been set.  All the lines have been memorized.  All the music has been rehearsed.  Now all we need is YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me rewind for you to the summer.  It seems like just a moment ago that we were all sitting in Robert and Angie's house, listening to music and watching DVD's of production elements...IMAGINATIONS running wild!  The excitement was high.  Thoughts were that this might be the biggest and best Christmas program that First Euless has ever done.  We were working hard to dream big and make sure that every part of the Worship Ministry would be involved to bring to you IMAGINE CHRISTMAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast forward to December 12th... All the work has been accomplished.  Now it is just time to show you.  To help you see Christmas in a whole new way.  And I don't mean the color scheme or set on the stage.  I don't mean rearranging this original Bible story.  Think about this for just a minute. To us, the believer, Christmas isn't the pretty lights, trees with wrapped presents  and Christmas carols.  It is the appointed time that God sent us Emmanuel and fulfilled his name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"God With Us."  The world was waiting for their Messiah.  And after his time to come was completed and the price was paid that satisfied His Father, we were given the Holy Spirit, who lives in us.  For me...Christmas is always living in me.  Now we await his coming again.  But until then, we have to share Christmas with the rest of the world.  Not in gifts and toys...but in name.  He is the One True Gift - perfect, meeting all needs.  So, that is what we are doing tomorrow night and Sunday.  We're celebrating the time when Christmas was given once for all. Join us tomorrow night.  Bring your IMAGINATION, open wild like a child's.  And join with us as we re-visit this timeless story of the First Christmas.  This is way better than "visions of sugar plums dancing in your heads..."  See you tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-5583474523251075557?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5583474523251075557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=5583474523251075557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5583474523251075557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5583474523251075557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-night-before-imagine-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas the Night Before Imagine Christmas...'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUMsxBJkvDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mmyXGSP-18s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-671679955508806235</id><published>2008-12-11T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:14:42.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Cynthia Kilgore - A Dancing Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUILCjsOglI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bMvstZhfkSQ/s400/Ballerina+Video+010219%3B05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278793851800027730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have often let my IMAGINATION wrap itself around what it must have been like to see a "host of angels" sharing the good news...the birth of the Christ Child.  Shut your eyes for a moment and try to IMAGINE this sight in the sky.... something to behold.  Well, we won't be having any angelic beings at our IMAGINE CHRISTMAS performance, but I'd like you to meet this young lady, because she is quite an angel herself.  Cindy's time on stage will just be about 2 minutes...but the sight will be something to behold.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we conducted our auditions this year for a ballerina, this young lady took my breath away.  I sat beside her mom as she performed for us...and her mom was crying.  Why?  The beauty that was before us.  But there was more...this young lady loves Jesus and this is her form of worship...her gift back to Christ.  Her spirit is precious and her love for Christ radiates from every part of her.  And I can tell you that o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ur Heavenly Father has given her an amazing talent...her dancing.  She will bless you as she helps us paint a picture of how all of Heaven rejoiced as "A Child Was Born" and given "Unto Us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are only  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;                             IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUIOJenoPgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BoMzxk-3Gpk/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278797269232532994" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-671679955508806235?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/671679955508806235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=671679955508806235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/671679955508806235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/671679955508806235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-cynthia-kilgore-dancing-angel.html' title='Meet Cynthia Kilgore - A Dancing Angel'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUILCjsOglI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bMvstZhfkSQ/s72-c/Ballerina+Video+010219%3B05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-179003994657361121</id><published>2008-12-10T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:44:56.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Star Will Point The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUC22X_pNAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_3Qa7xEvfwQ/s1600-h/Star+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUC22X_pNAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_3Qa7xEvfwQ/s400/Star+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278419808548369410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, we've officially reached the end of 3 days left for IMAGINE CHRISTMAS.  I know, I just can't believe it.  And folks, I have to tell you that I've been excited from the beginning.  I mean, I'm a producer and even talking through the plan for this program thrilled me.  But now that all the elements are coming together, I can't even explain to you the level that my excitement has reached!  You'll just have to see it to believe it!  This is a show where no IMAGINATION of what could be accomplished was spared.  And it comes out in every element.  You should see Uprising dancing in the opening number!  You should see how precious all the kids are!  You should hear how GLORIOUS the choir sounds!  Wait, there's a theme here... YOU'VE GOT TO SEE THIS SHOW!  It is a collaboration of so many people who dared to dream BIG!  And I have to tell you that I believe that they have all delivered!  And better than that, God has blessed all of their effort and hard work all along the way.  This is something so special, you've just got to share it with someone!  How easy it is to invite a friend, neighbor, co-worker, family member.  And here is one element that will show you just how big our IMAGINATIONS took us...THE STAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUCzPXzf2vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GGBLGGK6-Wc/s200/Star+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415839947643634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH, it is amazing!  And I'm sure the Bethlehem Star that pointed the way for all those who had been looking for generations for "The Long-Awaited One".  It guided those Wisemen from a far.  It shed light in that dark, cold cave when Mary gave birth to God's Son, Jesus.  This light got the attention of those Shepherds who came to adore this Holy Infant.  But truth be told, the rest of Bethlehem just missed it.  It was just an ordinary night and that was just a bright and pretty star.  And in the midst of the ordinary, came the extraordinary!  Emmanuel, God With Us!  The beginning of the road of redemption of God's final creation - MAN!  What about you?  Take a look at your Bethlehem.  There are so many, busy people.  And they are missing it.  The One who can bring them peace.  The One who gave His life so that they can know life eternal.  The One who bring comfort and guidance to every moment of every day.  Wake up your Bethlehem.  Don't let the ordinary miss the extraordinary!  The message is timeless and speaks for itself.  Let's just fill that room with folks who need to be touched by the EXTRAORDINARY Himself.  Jesus!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-179003994657361121?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/179003994657361121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=179003994657361121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/179003994657361121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/179003994657361121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/star-will-point-way.html' title='A Star Will Point The Way'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SUC22X_pNAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_3Qa7xEvfwQ/s72-c/Star+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1264022744531259851</id><published>2008-12-10T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:55:09.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/ST_mLeqfEEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6f5fJa0tYPs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/ST_mLeqfEEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6f5fJa0tYPs/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278190373185720386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: x-large;"&gt;IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!&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/6686990935486500869-1264022744531259851?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1264022744531259851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1264022744531259851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1264022744531259851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1264022744531259851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-excited.html' title='We&apos;re Excited!'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/ST_mLeqfEEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6f5fJa0tYPs/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-3058969408455981060</id><published>2008-12-08T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:58:34.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beehive Of Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/ST4SSvfECsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vqoJzJaeyDY/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/ST4SSvfECsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vqoJzJaeyDY/s200/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277675926518500034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The week is finally here!  I just can't believe it...but it has arrived.  And today was a beehive of activity.  Lights were delivered and hung.  The stage was struck and the orchestra pit was formed.  The snake (one that doesn't bite) was moved.  The curtain was hung.  The star was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pullied&lt;/span&gt;.  The ballerina was videoed.  See...a beehive of activity.  Each day this week we'll be working on one more element of the day before, layering them together like a scrumptious cake that will just be waiting on you when you arrive.  But as busy as we were today, the moments to stop and be thankful for God's providence were there.  I went into this day trying to remind myself to not be so busy as to miss God at work all around me.  There was another woman over 2000 years ago who was mindful of how God must be working out the all important details on her behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IMAGINE THIS with me for just a minute....  Mary was only 5 days away from the time appointed that she would give birth to the Christ-child.  She had been on a long journey with her new husband.  She was very pregnant and not with HIS child.  There were tons of other people who were also having to travel to Bethlehem.  All returning to the city of their ancestors birth.  We don't really know what weather must have been like for them.  We don't really know if people traveling that similar journey were helpful to them.  We don't really know if their donkey was traveling at a decent pace or decided to stop and be stubborn from his weariness from carrying this young and very pregnant girl.  So, IMAGINE all of the uncertainty, all of the activity...  This is a favorite part of scripture for me.  The Bible says that "Mary pondered or hid all of this in her heart."  She held all of this journey, as crazy as it was near and dear to her heart.  God's child lived inside her body.  Surely, the journey for her was a different than for others.  Her point of view watching God deliver His plan of redemption to earth was the closest possible.  Surely her soul was very sensitive to how God was working around her...after all He was IN her too.  So this week as we work hard to be prepared for your arrival at IMAGINE CHRISTMAS, my prayer is that my soul and spirit is ever sensitive to all that God is doing to prepare the message.  I hope you'll join me in praying for the souls who need to hear the message of REDEMPTION made flesh.  Pray their hearts will be ripe and ready to just receive THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS GIFT EVER GIVEN.  His name is Jesus.  He is Emmanuel, God With Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-3058969408455981060?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3058969408455981060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=3058969408455981060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/3058969408455981060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/3058969408455981060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-days-left.html' title='A Beehive Of Activity'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/ST4SSvfECsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vqoJzJaeyDY/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-8671113692192966608</id><published>2008-12-06T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:43:51.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sneak Peak into IMAGINE CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STtOHS0zzII/AAAAAAAAAEY/M9BNsWJ_x38/s1600-h/BullFighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STtOHS0zzII/AAAAAAAAAEY/M9BNsWJ_x38/s200/BullFighter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276897275614055554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Look at Angie...wife of our Worship Pastor, mother to three cute red heads (Jack, Audrey &amp;amp; Foster), Creator and Director of The Little Levites at First Euless, Volunteer Children's Choir Coordinator, Legacy Music Teacher, Vocal Coach and BULLFIGHTER!  Really?  Well, you can decide or come to IMAGINE CHRISTMAS next Saturday at 6 pm or Sunday at 3 pm and see exactly what this is she's wearing and what part it plays in the production.  Trust me...there is so much to see and experience.  We're praying that you're finding folks to invite that need to hear the message of Christ's birth.  Over and over again this week I saw instances and reminders that the world is looking this time of year...it's Christmas and the story of the birth of Christ is not offensive to them...for some reason, the world remains open to Christmas carols and the Christmas story.  So, as believers, we've got to take this open door and remarkable opportunity that we find so easy, especially at this time of year, and INVITE them to our program.  I've invited my friends and acquaintances outside of my "Christian Bubble".  Have you?  IMAGINE CHRISTMAS is the perfect place to bring them.  One week left!!!  &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/6686990935486500869-8671113692192966608?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8671113692192966608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=8671113692192966608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8671113692192966608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8671113692192966608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/sneak-peak-into-imagine-christmas.html' title='A Sneak Peak into IMAGINE CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STtOHS0zzII/AAAAAAAAAEY/M9BNsWJ_x38/s72-c/BullFighter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-3755954944870102413</id><published>2008-12-06T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:32:20.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it's only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STqa23wqM_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OodwZXuxo9Y/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STqa23wqM_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OodwZXuxo9Y/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276700180889613298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-3755954944870102413?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3755954944870102413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=3755954944870102413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/3755954944870102413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/3755954944870102413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-its-only.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it&apos;s only'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STqa23wqM_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OodwZXuxo9Y/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7470257302569233748</id><published>2008-12-04T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:12:24.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Band Concert &amp; The Parade of Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STipECfPJPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/04dmvVDUtOs/s1600-h/IMG_2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STipECfPJPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/04dmvVDUtOs/s200/IMG_2640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152850316993778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First Euless has something else going this Christmas besides IMAGINE CHRISTMAS.   If you love Jazz, Christmas, parades and lights, then you can't miss the Euless Parade of Lights this Saturday night.  The First Euless Big Band will be performing at the end of the parade route near the Rec Center.  That is always an awesome show!  The big band will be playing jazz standards that are sure to make your Christmas season feel more complete.  And David Gentiles will be there to sing some Christmas Jazz to.  For those of you who remember the last several years, Robert and David recorded a Christmas CD.  I'm sure they'll be singing a selection from that at the big band concert.  And then there is the parade.  The Kids Choirs are walking in the parade.  They will singing some of their worship songs from KidStuf and making their way to the end.  I hope you'll take time out of all the Christmas busyness to join us at the Euless Parade of Lights this Saturday night.  It's a perfect way to head into our IMAGINE CHRISTMAS week.  The anticipation is growing....  &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/6686990935486500869-7470257302569233748?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7470257302569233748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7470257302569233748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7470257302569233748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7470257302569233748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-band-concert-parade-of-lights.html' title='Big Band Concert &amp; The Parade of Lights'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STipECfPJPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/04dmvVDUtOs/s72-c/IMG_2640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7925700726716081831</id><published>2008-12-04T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:51:22.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STf8LstHXoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_aB3_MhvIgY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STf8LstHXoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_aB3_MhvIgY/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275962766396972674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-7925700726716081831?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7925700726716081831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7925700726716081831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7925700726716081831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7925700726716081831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/imagine-christmas_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STf8LstHXoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_aB3_MhvIgY/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7145141087655177992</id><published>2008-12-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:02:53.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>196 Voices Strong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STdUd5xycOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UIqH2XmE9xk/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STdUd5xycOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UIqH2XmE9xk/s200/IMG_2603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275778361190412514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've talked about a lot of things and aspects of IMAGINE CHRISTMAS...but one thing we haven't really touched on yet is THE CHOIR!  You heard me 196 voices strong!  And folks, they are glorious!  We've been rehearsing since August, getting ready for these amazing songs that have been chosen for the choir to sing.  And each time I get to sit and  listen to them sing, I'm just in awe.  There's a line in one of our drama scenes that says, "We need a choir filled with voices as big as the sea!"  And we've got it!  There were so many in the loft tonight, that I'm nervous that they won't actually all fit!  HA!  What an amazing problem to have.  And we've got so many kids dancing on stage, that they almost don't fit up there all together.  So...just know that there are many exciting things to look forward to in this production.  When was the last time you heard a 196 voiced choir sing praise to Emmanuel, God With Us?  Don't miss it on Saturday, December 13 &amp;amp; Sunday, December 14.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STdT7kmc_XI/AAAAAAAAADw/hCTwewMQtOc/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STdT7kmc_XI/AAAAAAAAADw/hCTwewMQtOc/s200/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275777771390172530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-7145141087655177992?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7145141087655177992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7145141087655177992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7145141087655177992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7145141087655177992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/196-voices-strong.html' title='196 Voices Strong!'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STdUd5xycOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UIqH2XmE9xk/s72-c/IMG_2603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1583288017948626727</id><published>2008-12-02T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:19:20.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highway Banner Speaks to Commuters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STYdkwId8WI/AAAAAAAAADo/0L-bOBY2tYk/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STYdkwId8WI/AAAAAAAAADo/0L-bOBY2tYk/s200/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275436530744029538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok...this title sounds a little strange, I know...but follow me for a moment.  I know you've seen our big highway banner that is up on the church sign on highway 183.  Well, I've personally been praying that as folks pass by day after day that it wouldn't just become a part of their every day scenery, but it would jump out and grab their attention, and that they would make plans to attend one of the IMAGINE CHRISTMAS shows.  Are you still with me?  So yesterday, in the middle of a crazy Monday, Ms. Vicki answered the phone to begin talking to a 183 commuter who decided to make that phone call to get information about our program.  YES!!!!  It's working!  Our 183 friend and his family love to attend Christmas shows each year.  He's been looking for the one they would attend this year and decided to give our program a try.  Oh, but this story gets better.  He told Ms. Vicki that he THINKS that his children have heard the Nativity story before....  Ponder that for a moment.  Now, I don't know who all is reading this blog day in and day out (and hope there are bunches), but if you are like me, you probably feel like you've always known THE NATIVITY STORY.  Is that how the world thinks of this story?  A frozen Nativity scene?  You know, you have them on the front of your Christmas card.  You sit them on your coffee table.  You see them in people's yards all lit up at night.  Maybe you have one in a snow globe on your desk at work.  Common place this time of year, right?  But The Nativity Story is so much more to me, as I hope it is to you.  It is the story of God's Son leaving his home coming down to earth to be one of us - Jesus, Emmanuel, God With Us.  A promise fulfilled in the flesh.  And not just to be a cute baby on a Christmas card, or to give song writers a precious topic for writing hit songs.  He left that manger and grew up to walk this earth as a man - a Perfect One.  And there was only one reason...to build a bridge through His sacrifice on a terrible cross so that you and I could be reconciled back to God.  How can we help the world understand that part of the message?  Well, one way is getting them to come see IMAGINE CHRISTMAS...our version of The Nativity Story.  There is huge world that doesn't know the reason we celebrate Christmas.  There are children who might have heard it before, but most likely have not.  And guess what folks....they are driving down 183 and 157, all over town, looking for a place to see a Christmas show.  Please join me in several things.  1) Pray that our Highway Banner will be a beacon on that road for those searching...for more than a good show this season; and 2) invite someone.  Statistics show that over 80% of non-believers would attend a church service if they were extended a personal invitation by a friend, neighbor or co-worker.  Who is it in your life?  They are waiting on you.  We can't let that highway sign do all the work for us this Christmas.  &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/6686990935486500869-1583288017948626727?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1583288017948626727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1583288017948626727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1583288017948626727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1583288017948626727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/highway-banner-speaks-to-commuters.html' title='The Highway Banner Speaks to Commuters'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STYdkwId8WI/AAAAAAAAADo/0L-bOBY2tYk/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-435450247400065974</id><published>2008-12-01T20:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:41:55.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Harold &amp; Alvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STTGafgfTeI/AAAAAAAAADg/kfwB6x1CtWE/s1600-h/IMG_2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STTGafgfTeI/AAAAAAAAADg/kfwB6x1CtWE/s200/IMG_2789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059221994360290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STTGZ41wvGI/AAAAAAAAADY/2iEDMFqNnZQ/s1600-h/IMG_2788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STTGZ41wvGI/AAAAAAAAADY/2iEDMFqNnZQ/s200/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059211614600290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was driving home from the Ladies Dinner tonight at our church.  It is one of my favorite events of the year.  It also happens to mark the beginning of the Christmas Season at our church.  Angie and the Ladies Praise Team sang "Jesus, What A Wonderful Child".  Kristi Brown debuted my favorite song from IMAGINE CHRISTMAS called "I Believe".  I cried as the ladies stood all over the room in honor of the One we'd come to celebrate.  And now I was in my cold car, the heat was on, and Bing Crosby was singing "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the radio.  It is here!  December 1st, Christmastime and only 12 days until IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I started to IMAGINE what it must have been like 12 days before the Blessed Event over 2000 years ago.  Mary's belly had grown very round and tight as the God child grew inside her.  She and Joseph were on the road to Bethlehem, very far away from home.  And what must Heaven have been like.  Can you IMAGINE having the bird's eye view from Heaven watching this story unfold before you on the canvas of earth?  All of Heaven was preparing, watching, waiting...but did they understand the why?  Jesus had left to go down to "The Planet of the People" almost 9 months before to go and take residence in the womb of a young girl.  But why?  For the "earthlings"?  Wasn't this a lot of fuss over the people who seemed to do nothing but keep messing up?  I mean, they started that from the very beginning when Eve handed Adam that apple in the garden.  Well this is where Harold and Alvin enter on our IMAGINE CHRISTMAS journey.  We'll watch as they ask these questions and make a journey to the planet to see the plan unfold in person.  And what they find on their journey, is the same thing that is still changing lives over 2000 years later.  Their journey might just be a part of a church program, but the message is absolutely true!  If only the world as we know it today could really discover the reason why Jesus would leave His perfect home, be God wrapped in flesh and leave that manger to take up a cross for the likes of you and me.  IMAGINE what a different place "The Planet With The People" would be....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-435450247400065974?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/435450247400065974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=435450247400065974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/435450247400065974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/435450247400065974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/meet-harold-alvin.html' title='Meet Harold &amp; Alvin'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STTGafgfTeI/AAAAAAAAADg/kfwB6x1CtWE/s72-c/IMG_2789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-5162726113366914914</id><published>2008-12-01T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:54:39.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-5162726113366914914?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5162726113366914914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=5162726113366914914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5162726113366914914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5162726113366914914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like_01.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-6672978113085124812</id><published>2008-12-01T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:08:37.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STQL6g3RwMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O2gIgJIqwgg/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STQL6g3RwMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O2gIgJIqwgg/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854163439796418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;IMAGINE CHRISTMAS&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/6686990935486500869-6672978113085124812?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6672978113085124812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=6672978113085124812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/6672978113085124812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/6672978113085124812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/12/imagine-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/STQL6g3RwMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/O2gIgJIqwgg/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-8082897863485807585</id><published>2008-11-30T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:47:43.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown is On!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, this is the Worship Pastor at First Euless - I suppose it's about time for me to contribute to this post!  Yes, two more weeks until blast-off - I'm excited!  I do have a good excuse for not posting yet - namely, getting ready for the above-mentioned production!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope you are doing all you can to be here and to invite your friends and family.  It will be something we have not attempted in my 10+ years serving at First Euless.  This is about as close to a pageant as we will probably get.  This is what I would call a CONTEMPORARY pageant (Wow - now we have to differentiate between TRADITIONAL pageant and CONTEMPORARY pageant!).  The content is the same - the timeless story of the birth of Jesus, our Emmanuel, God With Us.  But the presentation will be unique, utilizing just about every area of ministry and every available technology at our disposal - adult choir, orchestra, kids' choirs, student choir, drama, elaborate set, cool lights and video, and some other surprises! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation fits well within our philosophy in worship - making the most of every Sunday.  One reason our church has never embraced the pageant is because of the possible neglect and loss of excellence in our week-to-week Sunday services.  Our goal has always been to make each Sunday the BIG EVENT.  This production allows us to utilize many of the same elements of a pageant, but without affecting our weekly Sunday mornings, and it will more than likely add greater emphasis to our worship services in December.  It's allowed us to create a pageant-like environment without losing sight of the big picture.  And it's energized our ministry - we have close to 200 signed up in our choir!  That will be the record for any event I've led.  It will be glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make plans to join us in TWO weeks!  I'll try to check in again SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-8082897863485807585?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8082897863485807585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=8082897863485807585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8082897863485807585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8082897863485807585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/countdown-is-on.html' title='The Countdown is On!'/><author><name>Robert Elkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053907482320630881</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7805842064410014217</id><published>2008-11-29T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:07:13.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey, Part IV - They Followed The Star....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS-YB65HqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/CNGJiKfWCWs/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS-YB65HqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/CNGJiKfWCWs/s200/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273600847430265490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...all the way to Bethlehem, to worship Him.  I can't believe that we've only got 2 weeks until we take our Imagination journey to revisit Bethlehem at the time of Christ's blessed birth.  2 Weeks!  WOW!  There were 2 groups of guys that took very different journeys to come and see the Christ child.  As my family heads home toward Texas today from our Thanksgiving vacation, let's IMAGINE these 2 different journeys together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First....the Shepherds.  IMAGINE this...it was dark....most of the sheep were settled in for the night on the hillside.  You've counted them....97, 98, 99, they are all there.  It's time for some hot soup around the little fire that all the shepherds gather around for warmth.  It's been a long day and you're just waiting to lay your head on that rock for some sleep.  When suddenly, the dark night is cut in half with the brightest light you've ever seen.  You shield your eyes not to be blinded by the fierceness.  Is it fire?  Is it the sun falling down to earth right here on the hillside?  Wait...your eyes begin to adjust...what is that gorgeous being.  You aren't afraid at all.  You feel warm and peaceful and filled with awe.  And you hear news that makes you leap with joy down to your toes.  "Do not be afraid for I bring to you good news.  Today, a Savior is born to you in the City of David...Christ the Lord.  This shall be a sign.  You shall find the Babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger."  Everyone is listening.  Even the sheep are still.  You know what you must do.  You gather the herd and head down that rocky hill toward the city.  Wait...there is no guessing.  Even though the angels are gone...you see a star like you've never seen before shining brightly in the night sky, hovering right above a cave.  Could this be the place?  Heaven showed up to tell you about a baby born in a barn?  But you go, because you must see for yourself.  And there He is....  There is no doubt.  Will His young mother let you see her newly born child.  Your dirty and smell like sheep.  But she is gracious and seems to understand that the child she holds is no ordinary child.  One look...and you know...the world has been changed forever.  And you will never be the same.  You wish you had a gift for this sweet, little child.  Maybe your prized lamb would be something that His parents could use and cherish.  It is the least you can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then there were the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wisemen&lt;/span&gt;.  Their journey was much longer than down the hill and around the corner.  They were smart guys.  They had been reading the prophecy and studying the stars.  And then it finally happens.  That bright star is there in the sky.  Quick...these royal foreigners must pack the camels and get going.  The journey will take years.  What if they can't get there in time to see the baby.  Well, he won't be an infant when they arrive.  But they must make this pilgrimage to see the child that was prophesied to change the world forever.  Sand storms...stubborn camels...unpredictable weather.  But this trip was worth it.  There were precious gifts that must be delivered.  And then the time comes.  They arrive in the City of David...where the prophecy foretold he would be.  But where?  They decide to visit the palace.  Surely the local king would have direction to where to find this Holy Child.  But He seems odd and confused.  Herod does invite them to join him for a nice meal, but it seems like he's just pressing them for information.  Inside they feel they should not give him the information he is after.  He makes a request, that when they find the king, that they come back by the palace and tell him so he too can go and worship the new king.  Night is falling now and that bright star that has shown them the way for all this time will surely be there again.  And it is.  They journey to a humble dwelling.  And there playing the yard is this beautiful child that they can't take their eyes off of.  And He seems enamored with their whole entourage.  The time is right.  3 Important gifts...symbolic according to prophecy.  Gold, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frankincense&lt;/span&gt; and myrrh.  IMAGINE this...each king in his royal regalia bowing one at a time in front of this beautiful boy.  His parents almost seem embarrassed by the fuss, but it isn't the first time strangers have come to be respect to their first born.  See Him standing so still as these old, wise, weary travelers and all those who traveled with them, bend the knee.  And then another gift of kindness from these foreign strangers.  They inform the young parents that the local king named Herod has been looking for their child.  His request didn't sit right with them, so they chose not to return to tell him where they found the Holy Child.  And now that they had come and seen this King of Kings for themselves...the journey home would be well worth it.  They trusted that the prophecy foretold would be true...and they found its truth in the flesh of a child that Mary called Jesus.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-7805842064410014217?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7805842064410014217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7805842064410014217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7805842064410014217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7805842064410014217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-part-iv-they-followed-star.html' title='The Journey, Part IV - They Followed The Star....'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS-YB65HqpI/AAAAAAAAACw/CNGJiKfWCWs/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7120387755801055</id><published>2008-11-28T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:01:59.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Part III, A New King Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS-TBCg-iYI/AAAAAAAAACo/I29l6_aXwg0/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS-TBCg-iYI/AAAAAAAAACo/I29l6_aXwg0/s200/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273595334738479490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you know that King Herod was on a journey of his own around the time that Christ was born?  He was ruling Judah and knew that Jewish prophecy foretold that a great king would come to rescue the people.  OH NO!  A great king that would come to over throw him as ruler...he must begin to hunt down this king that was a threat to his reign.  Can you IMAGINE THIS?  Herod sleepless at night, standing out on his royal balcony...pacing back and forth, worrying when this great king would show his mighty face?  He must increase his army.  He must make sure the troops are ready for a great fight.  He must have spies in and among the people so when the news spread of the arrival of this "Savior", he'd be the first to know and take him out!  Poor Herod.  I almost laugh thinking about the weeks of lost sleep, meals wasted because his stomach was churning with worry.  Little did he know that the Mightiest King was the Tiniest King at this time.  A small, little red infant...sleeping in the feeding trough of an animal.  He was royalty wrapped in rags.  He was completely dependent on his young mother to meet his every need.  He had no army here on earth at his disposal.  This Mighty King chose a completely different strategy than massing His grand army and marching into Jerusalem to overthrow King Herod.  He chose to float in the small womb of a virgin.  He chose to enter the world fully flesh as tiny boy child.  He chose to be one of us.  And those who saw the star and were met by choirs of angels pronouncing His coming, came and saw His Mighty hand as a tiny hand.  Only Abba could have IMAGINED it done this way.  Genius....pure genius.  &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/6686990935486500869-7120387755801055?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7120387755801055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7120387755801055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7120387755801055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7120387755801055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-part-iii-new-king-has-arrived.html' title='The Journey Part III, A New King Has Arrived'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS-TBCg-iYI/AAAAAAAAACo/I29l6_aXwg0/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1840303925774666269</id><published>2008-11-27T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:38:07.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thankful For The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS7FYAhrXfI/AAAAAAAAACg/PiZig4w56CQ/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369229946215922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!  What a great holiday...and depending how your family choses to celebrate it, it can be very different from the family's next door. Today I am grateful to have an amazing and loving family.  How blessed we are to have 2 beautiful children and a great support system of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, as well as friends.  Today we stop and give thanks for all that God has blessed us with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And today I am thankful that my Lord and Savior chose to leave His perfect home and come to earth to be one of us, so that he could break the curse of sin.  The journey for His arrival wasn't easy.  We've been talking about Mary and Joseph having to travel so far away from home, near the time of Mary's delivery.  Let's IMAGINE this part for just a moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Joseph is exhausted.  His feet could possibly be bleeding from the rough terrain and walking over 100 miles.  He probably kept them moving as much as possible, being nervous that Mary was so close to her time to give birth.  He had to be mindful of the taxes he would have to pay when he arrived in Bethlehem, so they probably didn't have a lot of extra money, not that there were convenient stores along the way to stop and get refreshments.  And then there is Mary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Joseph has kept that stubborn, old donkey moving so they could make it to Bethlehem.  But she's got questions.  How much further?  Where will they be staying when they get to the village?  Will there be anyone to help her when the time comes to give birth?  Will she have everything she needs to bring this child into the world?  What is that pain that isn't going away?  Should she tell Joseph that her time is getting near?  Did God know this was how it was going to be?  Didn't He want His son to have a place to be born that was warm and sanitary? Oh, those pains are growing closer.   She remembers how it was for Elizabeth.  She is going to need to get off this donkey soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the crowd is huge.  The inns are packed with people!  Maybe Joseph began to panic a little.  He promised Mary's family that he would take good care of her.  What are they going to do?  Do you think there was a moment when Joseph lifted his head up towards the heavens and cried out, "God, help me help Mary!"  And finally, one Innkeeper didn't just shut the door, but he was kind and pointed out that there was cave for the animals out back that would be a great place to take shelter.  Hurry, Joseph!  This baby is coming....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Joseph gets Mary in there.  Hopefully she can give him some instructions on how to help her during this process.  Watching her in pain is terrible.  He is praying that everything is going as it should.  Maybe the Innkeeper's wife brought out some clean supplies.  Joseph saw a feeding trough and emptied it out for when the baby would be here( It certainly wasn't an infant warmer like I had for when our firstborn came into this world.)  The time is here.  Mary's doing it!  She's giving the world its long awaited Messiah...in a barn...filled with animals...on a hillside in the crowded village of Bethlehem.  Would I have been able to give thanks for this journey?  Would I have been grateful to have been chosen to bear this child into the world in this way?  Finding joy in the journey is a personal choice.  And as Mary and her husband looked down at the round cheeks of this Holy Child, I IMAGINE they were filled with nothing by joy at His arrival!  And I IMAGINE that all of Heaven was watching.  And I IMAGINE that the world was rejoicing at the arrival of EMMANUEL, GOD WITH US.  Thank you, Lord.  Hope had come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-1840303925774666269?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1840303925774666269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1840303925774666269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1840303925774666269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1840303925774666269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-thankful-for-journey.html' title='Be Thankful For The Journey'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS7FYAhrXfI/AAAAAAAAACg/PiZig4w56CQ/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-8728927229511424393</id><published>2008-11-26T07:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:45:46.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Part II, The Donkey Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS1r3Fka9qI/AAAAAAAAACY/7RBdEqGbiA0/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS1r3Fka9qI/AAAAAAAAACY/7RBdEqGbiA0/s200/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272989332852635298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so our journey continues...  Mary stayed at her cousin Elizabeth's house for 3 months.  For the ladies, that's one trimester in pregnancy.  I'm sure that she learned an awful lot in her time there that helped her when her time came to deliver Jesus.  I was thinking about this last night...during Mary's stay there, she probably thought that she's be at home giving birth to Baby Jesus.  But we know that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So Mary returned to her home very different than we she left.  If she wasn't before, she was "great with child" now.  If she hadn't before, she had felt the Christ child move in her womb.  She had come to know him in only the way a mother can carrying her child.  She journeyed back to her village and there was Joseph and the family waiting.  Joseph had a decision to make.  Mary was expecting and it wasn't his child.  We know that at some point Joseph was visited by an angel in his sleep.  He was told that this child was of God and that he needed to take Mary as his wife, and help her raise this child as his own.  He was told that this child would be great and would save His people.  And Joseph, being a great man, took this heavenly message as truth.  He went ahead and took Mary as his wife.  But the story gets more interesting still  Then came the degree from Caesar that every man was to be counted in the city of his ancestor's birth.  Oh, and pay taxes too.  Now Joseph told Mary and her family that he couldn't stay in Nazareth to be counted and pay his tax.  His people were from a little town called Bethlehem.  He'd have to make the journey, and Mary would have to go with him.  She and the baby she carried inside were Joseph's family now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IMAGINE this....being "great with child" and your husband (who you really don't know yet) walks in and tells you that you've got to climb on the back of boney donkey and ride over 100 miles to a city where you don't know anyone.  You're not traveling on a paved road, or in a comfortable SUV with passenger side temperature control.  You won't be sleeping in the Holiday Inn Express each night when you need to stop for sleep.  And very pregnant women have to go to the bathroom a lot!  This was not going to be an easy journey for anyone, let alone a 9 month pregnant young woman.  Mary was riding on an old, stubborn donkey.  She was going to have to cross over hills, river beds and rocky terrains.  I IMAGINE that everyone on the road to Bethlehem wasn't kind and considerate.  And she had no idea when this very important baby she was carrying would make His grand entrance into this world.  You know, Mary didn't have all the pieces to this God-designed plan.  We get to read about the whole story in the Bible.  But she just had to trust that her new husband would take care of her along the way, and that the God she said "yes" to when she was chosen to bear his Son, had all of these very important details worked out for her.  Surely, He was in control of this part of the journey, even if it made no sense to her or her family.  So, she packed what little things the donkey could carry, some food, and climbed up on the boney back of that donkey to travel to the little Town of Bethlehem.  What trust!  What surrender to a plan that was bigger than her ideas of how this baby would be born.  IMAGINE trusting like that....   &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/6686990935486500869-8728927229511424393?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8728927229511424393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=8728927229511424393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8728927229511424393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8728927229511424393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-part-ii-donkey-express.html' title='The Journey Part II, The Donkey Express'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SS1r3Fka9qI/AAAAAAAAACY/7RBdEqGbiA0/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1731701796951990994</id><published>2008-11-25T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:24:36.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnificat (The Journey Part I cont'd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSykzLxu7JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n2mAHxsZxcA/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSykzLxu7JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n2mAHxsZxcA/s200/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272770462985677970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, yesterday Mary arrives at her cousin's house to be greeted by a blessing.  Elizabeth, in the excitement for the child in her own womb leaping with joy at Mary's arrival, speaks these words, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.  Why is it the mother of MY LORD should come to me."  Now, Mary hasn't been able to send word ahead that she's pregnant with God's child.  But Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and instantly knew.  And at this moment, Mary has a song for all time birthed in her soul.  IMAGINE this...her sweet, innocent voice, lilting through the air...making Elizabeth, Zachariah and all the servants and workers stop to listen.  It was sweet and beautiful.  Do you hear it?  Listen....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"My soul glorifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God, My Savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For He has been mindful of the humble state of His servant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From now on, all generations will call me blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the Mighty One has done great things for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Holy is His name.....  "  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke 1:46-56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A God song....sung by the young woman chosen to bring MY REDEEMER into this world.  God graciously gave Mary wisdom beyond her years.  And she hid all of it in her heart.  I wonder if this song might have become a lullabye when Baby Jesus was restless for sleep.  I wonder if when she held him crying from a scraped knee, that she hummed this song and it brought him comfort.  I wonder if when she had to watch Him die so her grown up baby could bring salvation to all the world, that the words to this song could have replayed in her mind.  IMAGINE it....  What a journey that still lay ahead for Mary and her boy child....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-1731701796951990994?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1731701796951990994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1731701796951990994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1731701796951990994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1731701796951990994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/magnificat-journey-part-i-contd.html' title='Magnificat (The Journey Part I cont&apos;d)'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSykzLxu7JI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n2mAHxsZxcA/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-3438920636071411975</id><published>2008-11-24T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:03:49.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey, Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this week marks Thanksgiving, and in my family, that means traveling.  Now that we live in Texas, that means traveling a long way!  We have several legs to our journey.  First, to Memphis, where my family all lives...then the next day to Knoxville, where Bradley's family all lives.  Knoxville, according to my son, Brody, is our home town.  So this week, while we're on the different legs of our journey home and back, I thought we could focus on all the journeys that Jesus took...even the one before He was born.  Today, "The Journey, Part I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's think about Mary's first journey we read about in the Bible. IMAGINE this situation for a second....  Joseph and Mary were to be married, and before that official day when the father of the bridegroom decides it is time for the family to journey together and go get the Bride and bring her to her new home...a huge Jewish celebration, mind you...  Well, before Joseph got to do this with Mary, she came to the family and informed them all that she was pregnant with God's child.  Well, their engagement time changed quite a bit.  And with all the gossip in their little town of Nazareth...and the shame that her family must have felt...Mary decided that she needed to go and spend some time with her cousin Elizabeth.  Elizabeth was expecting her first child too.  And this the first part of Mary's journey.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're not exactly sure how long it took Mary to get there...but she went alone.  She most likely walked...could have rode for a ways on a wagon or donkey.  Yes, newly pregnant, alone, scared and traveling far from home.  You know, this was the time before letters, phones, emails, etc.  Mary took this long journey and it would be a surprise for her waiting cousin.  Now IMAGINE the moment that she walked up to the house where Zachariah and Elizabeth lived, and Mary began to call out with excitement for her cousin.  "Elizabeth...Zachariah...it's Mary!  Where are you?"  And out ran Elizabeth holding her round belly, and her face with filled with awe.  And with excitement, her greeting to her young cousin was this..."Blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb.  Why is it that the mother of my Lord should come to me?"  Ok...this passage is filled with so much that I get excited.  First of all...the baby inside Elizabeth was a miracle child too..given to Elizabeth and Zachariah in their old age.  He was to prepare the way for the coming Messiah...Mary's baby, Jesus.  That's another story.  But here is Elizabeth asking our young, scared, alone, pregnant Mary this question, "Why is it that the mother of MY LORD has come to me?"  What a moment!  Could Mary's heart have skipped a beat?  Her family didn't quite understand all that was happening...but in a moment, Elizabeth did.  I IMAGINE that Mary's heart felt comfort, maybe her eyes welled up with tears of joy and relief...Elizabeth understood that Mary had a special calling on her life to carry "THE LORD".  This was going to be a good visit for our young Mary.  There are many reasons, but one that I feel was most important is that Elizabeth was having a baby &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; Mary.  Mary could learn all that she'd need to know for when it would be her time to give birth to this Holy Child.  Isn't our God a God of the details?  Of course He is.  And He was ordaining the perfect plan to prepare this young woman who was blessed among all women.   Oh, but the story doesn't stop there....more to come tomorrow.  And it is special!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-3438920636071411975?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3438920636071411975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=3438920636071411975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/3438920636071411975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/3438920636071411975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey.html' title='The Journey, Part I'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1415295797144537537</id><published>2008-11-24T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:41:08.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SStli2og_0I/AAAAAAAAACI/BTIvKAdikgA/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SStli2og_0I/AAAAAAAAACI/BTIvKAdikgA/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272419438222704450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IMAGINE CHRISTMAS&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/6686990935486500869-1415295797144537537?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1415295797144537537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1415295797144537537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1415295797144537537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1415295797144537537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-time-flies.html' title='How Time Flies...'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SStli2og_0I/AAAAAAAAACI/BTIvKAdikgA/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-6620199495014273267</id><published>2008-11-23T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:15:18.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If He Hadn't Come?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSkNMY_wyHI/AAAAAAAAACA/jylapK1_tEM/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSkNMY_wyHI/AAAAAAAAACA/jylapK1_tEM/s200/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271759345333356658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we don't just celebrate 20 days until IMAGINE CHRISTMAS, we have a reason to celebrate because it's Sunday!  I love Sundays.  We get 52 of those a year, so how awesome is that!  And I love Christmas just as much.  We only get to do that for a few week each year.  I started thinking about why we celebrate Christmas.  It isn't because it's a great time to give gifts.  It isn't because it's fun to hang the stockings and decorate the tree...no, we celebrate Christmas because it is when Jesus came to dwell among us.  IMAGINE this for just a moment...what IF He hadn't come.  Would we still celebrate?  To be honest..what reason would there be to celebrate? As a Christian, we celebrate that we'll live with Him forever.  We celebrate the hope He alone gave us when He paid the sacrifice for our sin.  If He hadn't come...we'd be just like the people in the Old Testament.  We'd be waiting, hoping, longing for a Savior.  IMAGINE that if He hadn't come, when you reach for your Bible in church today...the pages from Malachi on would not be there.  No record...no hope.  There was a 400 year silence from the last word written in Malachi to where the New Testament begins.  And it begins by telling the birth of Jesus.  Would you or I have a reason to get up in the morning, dress our crying kids, weather the cold temperature and go sit in church for 3 hours if He hadn't come?  IMAGINE what it would it be like to stand around the deathbed of a loved one?  HORRIBLE! Thank you Jesus for choosing to come.  For giving us HOPE and a FUTURE!  Today, this Sunday, I choose to celebrate You and your choosing to come and be EMMANUEL, GOD WITH US!  &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/6686990935486500869-6620199495014273267?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6620199495014273267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=6620199495014273267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/6620199495014273267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/6620199495014273267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if-he-hadnt-come.html' title='What If He Hadn&apos;t Come?'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSkNMY_wyHI/AAAAAAAAACA/jylapK1_tEM/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7693930976905807786</id><published>2008-11-22T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:27:14.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could This Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSgiwjdzTbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AqjU-rjrICc/s1600-h/IMG_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSgiwjdzTbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AqjU-rjrICc/s320/IMG_0180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271501581386468786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On our imagination journey for the next 21 days, we must exercise our imaginations to have them sharp and ready for action on December 13th and 14th, right?  So, can you wrap some imagination power around what this interesting looking object might be?  A new fangled version of the rabbit ears antennae in this digital age?  A model of planet earth's axis?  A CSI tool to solve the latest mystery?  Post your best guess and stay tuned to see just what this INTERESTING object might become.  Merry Day 21 to you!&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/6686990935486500869-7693930976905807786?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7693930976905807786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7693930976905807786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7693930976905807786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7693930976905807786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-could-this-be.html' title='What Could This Be?'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSgiwjdzTbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AqjU-rjrICc/s72-c/IMG_0180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-5425749633379495651</id><published>2008-11-22T07:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:15:37.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weeks From Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSgh1OU1w9I/AAAAAAAAABw/w57ibi82AUo/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSgh1OU1w9I/AAAAAAAAABw/w57ibi82AUo/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271500562099454930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IMAGINE CHRISTMAS&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/6686990935486500869-5425749633379495651?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5425749633379495651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=5425749633379495651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5425749633379495651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5425749633379495651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-weeks-from-today.html' title='3 Weeks From Today'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSgh1OU1w9I/AAAAAAAAABw/w57ibi82AUo/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-2769568086793037877</id><published>2008-11-21T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:35:45.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be Baby Jesus's Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SScpYjMEMsI/AAAAAAAAABo/vJLTZ2J_I98/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271227390599901890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SScpYjMEMsI/AAAAAAAAABo/vJLTZ2J_I98/s200/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, I was helping Paulette from the Mid-cities Pregnancy Center get costumes for a photo shoot for their Christmas card. I can't wait to see it. Little Children dressed in nativity costumes. And not just any little children. Some of these children are special because their moms and dads chose life for them instead of abortion, and some because their moms and dads chose to give them a home through adoption because their birth parents couldn't keep them or didn't want them. Imagine that... Paulette was telling me a precious story about one little boy that asked, "Can I be Baby Jesus's daddy?" I stopped in my tracks and almost cried. Just the word "Daddy" brings a warmness to my heart. Remember the first time you heard your firstborn utter something out that resembled daddy. I wondered if this little boy knew the significance of Baby Jesus having a daddy here on earth. Probably not...but to him it was a special honor and so he was asking to play the part. And it made me think about Joseph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Bible tells us that when Joseph realized that Mary's Baby was of God, and that this little child would need an earthly father, happened in a dream. Joseph awoke from his sleep and knew that the Holy Spirit had visited him. Imagine it with me...it was then that he approached Mary and told her that he knew this was God's child, and it would be his honor to be Baby Jesus' Daddy! I believe this was a pivotable point for Mary. She was all alone, growing God's Son in her belly, facing public ridicule, shame for being pregnant before she became Jospeh's wife. And when she came back from Elizabeth's house, Joseph met her and said, "Let's be a family. We'll raise this child together. It doesn't matter what anyone else says. We've heard from God. He chose you, as I chose you to be my bethrothed; and now, I choose to father this child. We'll give this baby a home, a family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why did God chose to visit Joseph in a dream. Well, Joseph was busy. He heard the rumors around town...his betrothed was carrying another man's child. She was a disgrace! I'm sure the pressure was enormous for Joseph to do something with this horrible girl who cheated on him! What stress! What shame! You know what I do when I'm stressed and my mind is crazy with questions and fear and doubt? I stay busy. Sometimes I bake. Sometimes I clean. I imagine Joseph logged a lot of hours on that house he was building, building for his wife and HIS children. Oh, I bet he swung the fire out that hammer during those days. So...maybe he was too busy for a day time encounter with the Holy One. Or maybe he was too mad in the waking hours. So...God had to get him asleep so he was &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; enough to hear the message, the promise that Mary's Baby was from God. A blessing, not a curse. And he needed to be this baby's earthly father, and make a home for this incredible child who would be called Emmanuel, God With Us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was telling my Pastor's wife recently, that sometimes, when I go to bed with a problem at work or in a relationship, whatever... that I often wake up knowing exactly what to do. I'm not a genius in my sleep...I believe that God needs me to be still and quiet to speak to me. And since I'm not very good at that in the waking hours, especially when I'm stressed or upset, I believe His still small voice meets me in the subconscious. The Holy Spirit lives in me and I don't think He sleeps...so why can't He catch me in the middle of the night. Sometimes I wake up and know I need to pray for someone. Sometimes I wake up to know that God is calling for me to come and spend time alone with Him to talk about a solution. In sleep...I'm still, just like Joseph was. Thank you God, that You are the God of my day, my night, and my sleep. And that Your still small voice is always at work in me. May I be able to hear and wake to obey...just like Joseph did, when he said yes to the important job of being Baby Jesus's earthly Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-2769568086793037877?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2769568086793037877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=2769568086793037877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2769568086793037877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2769568086793037877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-jesuss-daddy.html' title='I Want To Be Baby Jesus&apos;s Daddy'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SScpYjMEMsI/AAAAAAAAABo/vJLTZ2J_I98/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-715408515648386092</id><published>2008-11-19T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:07:37.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Invitation To Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSUKz8EV9jI/AAAAAAAAABg/vBCQZk-pk5k/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSUKz8EV9jI/AAAAAAAAABg/vBCQZk-pk5k/s400/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270630826320983602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you believe it?  Only 23 days left...but guess what we have to offer you on this wonderful day?  AN INVITATION...  Right here on the RIGHT of this blog, is a unique email invitation that our team member, Kevin Parker, helped us figure out just for you.  If you click this link, you'll go to an invitation that is so simple to send to folks you want to invite.  All you need is their name and email.  But what they will receive is a written note that was crafted by our Maestro himself, Robert Elkins, sharing with them a little portion of what they can expect to hear and see when then attend IMAGINE CHRISTMAS on Saturday, December 13th or 14th.  So, not only do we have printed tickets, and cool wallpapers for your desktop, but now you can send a personalized email invitation without having to know tons about the program yourself.  Awesome!  I hope you'll take advantage of this and invite your co-workers, neighbors, friends, and family.  And I hope you're as excited as we are that we've got these great tools to tell others about our upcoming celebration.  There is not greater thing this time of year than to focus on the One who came and dwelt among us for us.  Happy Day 23!&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/6686990935486500869-715408515648386092?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/715408515648386092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=715408515648386092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/715408515648386092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/715408515648386092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/invitation-to-share.html' title='An Invitation To Share'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSUKz8EV9jI/AAAAAAAAABg/vBCQZk-pk5k/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-2833548885824350950</id><published>2008-11-19T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:35:48.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Number Rolls to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSRqe26yLxI/AAAAAAAAABY/CFmltNpPops/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSRqe26yLxI/AAAAAAAAABY/CFmltNpPops/s400/24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270454542301015826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!&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/6686990935486500869-2833548885824350950?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2833548885824350950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=2833548885824350950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2833548885824350950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2833548885824350950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-number-rolls-to.html' title='And The Number Rolls to...'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSRqe26yLxI/AAAAAAAAABY/CFmltNpPops/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-7909126472586586617</id><published>2008-11-18T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:33:46.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine Leaving Heaven For This Place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started thinking about Heaven today.  Thinking that from the moment we become a believer, we start working toward Heaven.  "Store up your treasures in Heaven....", "Great is your reward in Heaven....".  For us, the final victory is reaching Heaven!  This is a place that we don't know a lot about, except that John the Beloved got a glimpse of it and wrote the book of Revelation for us to have a sneak peak.  We sing songs and talk about walking the streets of gold in Heaven, worshipping the Son around the throne of Heaven, laying our crowns at the feet of the Jesus in Heaven.  Just typing it makes me pray, "Come Lord, come quickly!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, in thinking about Heaven, I tried to IMAGINE what it could have been like for Jesus, the creator of Heaven, to willingly leave Heaven and come to dwell with us on earth.  Heaven is perfect!  Earth certainly isn't.  Not only did He have to leave this place beyond our IMAGINATIONS, but He took up the clothes of man.  God Himself zipped up in a tiny baby's flesh.  He really didn't get any special privileges, you know.  In fact, He and the Father decided that He would be common, ordinary, even poor by the world's standards.  Oh, and before He got to return to Heaven, His own people nailed him to a rugged cross.  It was part of the plan of redemption, the price for OUR sin.  In fact, He WAS SIN!  Every sin you can think of...the really bad ones we don't even like to let ourselves imagine.  He was so filthy when every sin of every man was laid upon his shoulders, that God the Father had to turn His back from him until the price was paid.  And I know, as many of you do, that after He had completed the will of His Father here, He went back to prepare a home for us in Heaven.  He was only out of Heaven for 30 something years.  But just to let myself ponder, imagine, what it must have been like to KNOW what Heaven is like and leave it just for you and me, so we could go there and live there FOREVER!  WOW!  Just another way I can acknowledge what an AMAZING thing Jesus did for us.  I can hardly IMAGINE it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-7909126472586586617?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7909126472586586617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=7909126472586586617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7909126472586586617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/7909126472586586617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/imagine-leaving-heaven-for-this-place.html' title='Imagine Leaving Heaven For This Place!'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-2606592548298493143</id><published>2008-11-18T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:26:28.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe that it is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSL6TeGqfdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l0Xo3j2_YSU/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSL6TeGqfdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l0Xo3j2_YSU/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270049726382374354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IMAGINE CHRISTMAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be sure to invite someone today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-2606592548298493143?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2606592548298493143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=2606592548298493143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2606592548298493143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2606592548298493143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-believe-that-it-is.html' title='Can you believe that it is...'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSL6TeGqfdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l0Xo3j2_YSU/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-8643251488421676725</id><published>2008-11-17T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:14:23.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary &amp; A Mundane Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever let yourself imagine just what Mary might have been doing the day that the messenger from God paid her a visit.  Imagine for just a second...perhaps she was out in the harvest field picking up the barley or wheat that her father had just cut down with his big sheath.  Or maybe she was washing dishes out behind her family's humble dwelling.  Maybe she was taking the other children for a walk so her mother could have a moment of solitude from the busy chores of child rearing.  Or maybe it was something fun that a young girl would be doing, like playing hide and go seek with her other adolescent friends, when there in the middle of the corn field that she was hiding in, an angelic being stepped out from behind the rock and met her in the middle of the mundane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This makes me think about my day.  It was filled with meetings, emails, phone calls, lots of time spent on IMAGINE CHRISTMAS, but at any point did a find myself at a place where I could meet God in the middle of the mudane?  Was there a phone call that I needed to take because the person on the other end was a miracle moment put in the middle of my Monday? Or a person I passed by because I was just really ready to get home and out of the mass of people that were shopping at Wal-Mart?  Or that potential "sweet mommy moment" that my son needed but felt like an interruption while I was cooking dinner?  These are ministry moments that I surely could have missed in many places on this mundane Monday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what about an encounter with the Holy One.  I'm not suggesting that a messenger from God the Father was going to step around the corner at the grocery to deliver a message straight from the throne of Heaven.  But the Spirit does live inside me, and He richly fills me each and every moment that I surrender to walking in the Spirit.  A moment of obedience so that I know the right thing to do; or a moment of encouragement from the peace He promises to fill me with when I surrender to His will.  So many days can become mundane.  I challenge you to be like Mary, and find yourself in a place where God Himself can meet you in the middle of the mundane.  Mary's meeting changed our world FOREVER!   Who could have imagined?&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/6686990935486500869-8643251488421676725?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8643251488421676725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=8643251488421676725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8643251488421676725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/8643251488421676725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/mary-mundane-monday.html' title='Mary &amp; A Mundane Monday'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-1613690914075993329</id><published>2008-11-17T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:43:18.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSGQ--RIcKI/AAAAAAAAABI/hH7tKbTTr7I/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSGQ--RIcKI/AAAAAAAAABI/hH7tKbTTr7I/s400/26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269652450541334690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-1613690914075993329?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1613690914075993329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=1613690914075993329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1613690914075993329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/1613690914075993329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SSGQ--RIcKI/AAAAAAAAABI/hH7tKbTTr7I/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-140745659070346378</id><published>2008-11-16T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:49:51.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Worship The King</title><content type='html'>Today is my favorite day of the week...Sunday.  It also marks 27 days left until IMAGINE CHRISTMAS.  This morning during Worship, which was amazing, I let myself imagine what it must have been like to come and see the baby Jesus.  Shepherds came...the Wisemen came later...all to worship the Christ Child.  But that little, sweet baby didn't stay in the manger.  He grew and ultimately sacrificed His life for you and me.  Just to let myself ponder on what the Lord has done for me took me to a whole new place of Worship today!  "Lord, I'm amazed by You!  How you love me!"  If you haven't yet today, take some time and ponder or imagine just what the Lord has done for you.  You might just find yourself with hands uplifted or with your face to the floor.  Today is the height of our Worship.  May it continue on through this week.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686990935486500869-140745659070346378?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/140745659070346378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=140745659070346378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/140745659070346378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/140745659070346378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-worship-king.html' title='O Worship The King'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-2524094772839496430</id><published>2008-11-15T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:46:26.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Days left!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR-Uy62IEiI/AAAAAAAAABA/4qb1zgQaeoc/s1600-h/Audition+Panel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR-Uy62IEiI/AAAAAAAAABA/4qb1zgQaeoc/s200/Audition+Panel+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269093691557417506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR-UcSKXHwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_lHvc9pji24/s1600-h/Audition+Panel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR-UcSKXHwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_lHvc9pji24/s200/Audition+Panel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269093302679314178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do you think these lovely ladies have in common?  Could they be a book club, a knitting club, a group of PTA moms?  Well, on this particular night, they had the daunting task of listening to 5 wonderful little soloists who were auditioning of the big stage for our 1 child solo.  I know....WOW...what a big task.  But when you are working together to put so many elements together to form as big of a production as we are, every decision is important and a big deal.  We just want to take this moment to say a BIG "THANK YOU" to all of you volunteers that give extra time to work with our amazing kid Choirs.  IMAGINE teaching music and dance to over 175 kids every week - all original! This semester, they are led by an amazing leader, Angie Elkins, who happens to be the creator of the Little Levites.  And then, we couldn't do it without Mrs. Kristin Wheeler and her amazing staff of KidPrayz workers; and of course, Mrs. Marci Lasiter and her super cool Express leaders!  What this group of ladies pulls off each week is astounding.  Our church is very blessed to have them all volunteering and doing Kingdom work with Kids!  We love you ladies and gentlemen!&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/6686990935486500869-2524094772839496430?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2524094772839496430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=2524094772839496430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2524094772839496430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/2524094772839496430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/28-days-left.html' title='28 Days left!'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR-Uy62IEiI/AAAAAAAAABA/4qb1zgQaeoc/s72-c/Audition+Panel+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-9125492430222564355</id><published>2008-11-13T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:55:20.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting the Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR3IgIA4JCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eHb7z9y7UME/s1600-h/Tiff++Marla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR3IgIA4JCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eHb7z9y7UME/s320/Tiff++Marla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268587593325880354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR0wv281qHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xaaTo-zKxpQ/s1600-h/Imagine+Christmas+Forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR0wv281qHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/xaaTo-zKxpQ/s320/Imagine+Christmas+Forest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268420737856022642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With every great Christmas production comes a well thought out plan.  I like to start dreaming about Christmas right after Easter.   And just ask Robert...if we're not talking about Christmas in July, I'm sweating!  What will we sing?  What will we wear?  What time will the show be?  What will the stage look like?  Details, details, details...  Someone has to wrap their mind around every detail involved with putting together an event.  And then, the teams must be assembled.  The right players to carry out that well thought through plan.  Then choir begins working.  The orchestra starts practicing.  The kids are dancing.  The actors keep memorizing.  Months of preparation and hard work.  But for me, there is always one particular element that always makes me realize the show is just around the corner.  That is the SET!  How appropriate that our set team started working exactly 30 days from Imagine Christmas.  What a great way to start the countdown!   And in a couple of hours of work, they got me more excited than even before.  Magical...whimsical...imaginary!  They got it!  They are working the plan.  I just visited with these talented folks for just a few minutes, but what I saw heightened my anticipation for IMAGINE CHRISTMAS big time!  The set is the first visual element that the audience will see.  It begins their journey even before the show begins.  The stage must be set and then match all the hard work that the performers have been doing.  If it's not right, then the audience might be distracted and miss some part of the message.  Well trust me, our set is going to be amazing!  Thanks to the hard work of Joe, Wanda, Machelle, Tiffiny and Marla!  What a great crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine this...the team of all teams is assembled.  God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit are gathered around a big white board and they are laying out the plan.  (Yes, we are using our imaginations here.)  God's plan of redemption is being formulated.   There are names, dates, places.  Every detail must be discussed...nothing left to chance.  They must decide the perfect time in history for the Christ child to make his entrance.  His people were waiting for a Savior, a Redeemer, the Messiah to deliver them from the persecution of the Roman empire.  A census, taxes, the right girl, the right man, in the right place at the appointed time.  Details, details, details.  Important details that will alter mankind's eternity.  These players and props were heaven picked and God ordained.  A perfectly set stage for history - HIS story.  They were Imagining the First Christmas.  The perfect Christmas.&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/6686990935486500869-9125492430222564355?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/9125492430222564355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=9125492430222564355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/9125492430222564355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/9125492430222564355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/setting-stage.html' title='Setting the Stage'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SR3IgIA4JCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/eHb7z9y7UME/s72-c/Tiff++Marla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686990935486500869.post-5416733796708337824</id><published>2008-11-12T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:05:52.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was a child, my dad was a pastor.  Our first few ministries were in very small churches imbedded deep in the countryside of Mississippi.  We actually lived 30 miles down a dirt road until I was in the 3rd grade and our nearest neighbor was over 3 miles away.  Needless to say, having a HUGE imagination served me well during those years.  When the church was putting fresh rock down on the gravel parking lot…it wasn’t just a pile of rocks, but Mt. Everest that was filled with snowdrifts and dangerous clefts.  My twin brother and I could play for hours fighting against the elements of that cold mountain in our quest to the top.  Well, that was until it all got spread out and had to become regular gravel again.  And the nearest neighbor I mentioned, well, he was the local junk dealer.  What’s that old saying, “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure”?  Well that was exactly what the junkyard was for me.  One adventure after another just waiting to be discovered, or in my case, “produced” among us children.  In the long, hot Mississippi summer months, you never knew what lie ahead in that place when our imaginations were turned loose.  The truth is, our imaginations were our greatest toys.  There was nothing that we couldn’t dream up and create into a magnificent adventure.  Our minds saw no boundaries when we got lost in the junkyard, and only the setting of the sun, or sometimes snack time, brought that day’s quest to an end.  But we’d be back to live out another adventure into our imaginations.  Trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We moved away from that 30 mile long dirt road and my long, lazy summer days turned into a busy schedule filled with whatever I had chosen to turn my focus too.  Who had time to imagine grand adventures with life staring you in the face, right?  And yet…and this can only be a God thing, mine never seemed to leave or be squelched like so many imaginations of friends and acquaintances.  Maybe it was all the reading my mom and dad made us do, or my great literature and drama teachers that kept it alive in me.  Personally, I think it was the Lord and His calling on my life to do creative arts ministry.  And that leads me to IMAGINE CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am about the adventure that we’re planning for our church and our community this Christmas.  Ok, I know the word “Imagine” makes some folks nervous.  Scripture cannot be changed.  It is God breathed, the words of God the Father and God the Son written down on paper.  There is no argument there.  But God in His perfect plan chose not to write down every moment of every day of every story in the Bible.  And that leaves a little room for the imagination.  He did create and gift us with our imaginations, right?  He is the Creator and therefore gave us creativity.  Ever let yourself “imagine” about the parts not recorded from scripture?  Let’s do that just for a second with the Christmas story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This story is over 2000 years old.  And yet every year, every church in America and many around the world, pause to revisit the story.  Why?  Timeless?  Because it is Christmas and that’s the time we can ponder on the Christ-child?  I honestly have no answer to this question, but I know that people search for a place, theatre, church, auditorium, etc., to go and see a “Christmas pageant”. Even Charlie Brown produced the Christmas story.  This is a favorite place for me to sit and imagine in scripture.  I don’t know about you, but I’ve never seen a “host” of heavenly beings fill the sky in the darkest night before.  Just how crowded was the little town of Bethlehem when Joseph was looking for a place for Mary’s baby to be born – SOON.  Think back even before that…what must it have been like in Heaven the day the angels found out that The Son was going to become a human – fully God and fully man.  Could there have been emotion…surprise…maybe even shock!  Why would He do it?  How could He do it?  What was the purpose?  Why not be royalty instead of a lowly carpenter?  Why a young girl chosen as His mother?  What if Mary had said no?  She did have a choice, right?  What if Joseph, a man of good reputation, decided to not act like it?  I could go on and on.  It captivates my mind to let myself ponder on the parts not written down.  Not to change it, but to envision it.  Can you close your eyes and envision His sweet, round face?  God zipped up in the skin of a baby.  All-powerful, All-Mighty God helpless and needing an imperfect human to care for his every need.  That is mind boogling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am inviting you to open your mind and imagination and to take a journey with us this Christmas.  To “Imagine Christmas” like you may never have before.  You just might discover something about this old, old story that will breathe new life in you this Christmas. You just might be changed by a new application that you can pull from this story heard and told so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We’re launching this blog site as a way to begin your imagination journey.  We are going to fill it with hints about what you’ll see on December 13th and 14th.  We want to allow you to begin your experience of Christmas early, so that when you come to enjoy the event, your heart and mind will be ready to experience this timeless story in a whole new way.  We’ll show you the behind-the-scenes of everything we’re already working on for our Imagine Christmas Event.  And we’ve already begun to pray that God will awaken your senses and fill you with excitement for the story of God’s plan to redeem us back unto Himself.  It started in Heaven and journeyed down to man.  God’s perfect plan in the flesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imagine that…&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/6686990935486500869-5416733796708337824?l=firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5416733796708337824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6686990935486500869&amp;postID=5416733796708337824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5416733796708337824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686990935486500869/posts/default/5416733796708337824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firsteulesschristmas.blogspot.com/2008/11/imagine-this.html' title='Imagine This...'/><author><name>Lainie Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10359399367513324981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jeu6jpMDfks/SojQtt9RkrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/d8Z0SYeRw6c/S220/2585_1112816182783_1298250580_342586_7598334_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
