<?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-2032382073517567197</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:23:35.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPLAIN GABE</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow Gabe Smith as he works to become an Army Chaplain</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032382073517567197.post-4607561495705260869</id><published>2010-02-06T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T06:04:11.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been dirty? I mean really dirty, so dirty that you could hardly stand to smell yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the Army I would go "to the field" on training exercises that would last for an entire week.  On one occasion when I was a platoon leader my unit went to Fort Polk, Louisiana where we slept out in the woods and swamps for two weeks straight. It was during the summer months and the temperature was near 100 degrees. There were no tents, just our ponchos that we would tie to trees and make "hooches" to keep the rain off of our heads. Unfortunately when it really started to come down our make shift tents couldn't keep the streams of muddy water from running underneath our sleeping bags. It was pretty miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I distinctly remember how it felt when we were finally finished and ready to come home. We were disgusting, caked with dirt and sweat, and smelling like a bunch of farm animals. When I finally got to take a hot shower and put on clean clothes I felt like a new man. It was an unbelievably good feeling to be that dirty and then suddenly to be clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a drank my coffee this morning I was reading John 13:3-8 where Jesus washes his disciples feet in the days before his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26622"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26622"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26622"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going back to God, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26623"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;rose from supper. He laid aside his outer garments, and taking a towel, tied it around his waist. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26624"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel that was wrapped around him. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26625"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, "Lord, do you wash my feet?" &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26626"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; Jesus answered him, &lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;"What I am doing you do not understand now, but afterward you will understand."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-26627"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; Peter said to him, "You shall never wash my feet." Jesus answered him, &lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt; "If I do not wash you, you have no share with me." (ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;I picture Jesus, who as this passage states had "come from God" washing the caked up dirt and rocks and sweat off of the feet of his friends. Why does Jesus wash their feet? Do they smell that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jesus gives us the answer in verse 8. He says "If I do not wash you, you have no share with me." What does he mean? Does he mean to say that no one with stinky feet can hang out with him? No, he is saying that unless he cleanses a person of their inner dirt - their sin - their rebellion against God - their evil desires and tendencies - their selfishness and greed, then a person cannot have "a share" with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he mean by "a share"? Go back to verse 3 where John tells us "&lt;/span&gt;that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going back to God". In other words if you want to be near to God, if you want to be a part of his Kingdom, which is the Kingdom that will be around forever then you must be washed by Jesus himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did this foot washing to symbolize the washing that he would do at the cross. As the Roman Soldiers drove metal spikes through his wrists and feet and hung him on the beam of wood his blood ran out all over his arms and all over the wood and all over the ground. The Bible tells us this blood washes us of all of our inner dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are feeling dirty. You feel caked up on the inside with all of your junk. You feel stuck and miserable. You don't have to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that in John 13 Jesus is going down the line of disciples washing their feet and he comes to Peter. Peter says to Jesus "You shall never wash my feet." Jesus replies "If I do not wash you, you have no share with me." Peter relents and lets Jesus wash his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about this little conversation between Jesus and Peter something struck me. Jesus has to argue with Peter to wash his feet. There is Jesus in his towel, the water poured, ready to make Peter clean. And it's Peter that resists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am resistant to Jesus too. Sometimes I'm sitting around caked up with all of my dirt and I would rather stay that way than allow him to make me clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how different this is from my view of God. Somehow I think that its God who is resistant and its me who has to beg him to change me. But nothing could be further from the truth. God has already made the preparations. He has poured the water and he's looking up at me saying "Gabe if I do not wash you, you have no share with me." All I need to do is relent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jesus be the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2032382073517567197-4607561495705260869?l=chaplaingabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4607561495705260869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/dirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/4607561495705260869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/4607561495705260869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/dirt.html' title='Dirt'/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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-2032382073517567197.post-6195177573354184772</id><published>2010-02-02T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:37:38.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Decides When We Are Finished</title><content type='html'>This morning I was reading from 1 Kings 19 which recounts the story of Elijah, a prophet of God, and might I add a man's man. After killing the prophets of the false god, Baal Elijah's life is threatened by King Ahab and so Elijah flees into the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day's journey through the rugged terrain the scripture tells us that "he asked that he might die saying, "It is enough; now, O Lord take away my life, for I am no better than my fathers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have you felt like Elijah? Have you been depressed? Have you thought that you just couldn't go on any longer? Have you done something that you were sure God asked you to do and then felt crushed by the task? I certainly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 years ago I clearly heard God asking me to give up my career as an Infantry Officer in the Army and become a Pastor to Soldiers and their families. I began the task with gusto, eventually moving to Charlotte, working in ministry full time and going to seminary part time. It was a crushing task. I suffered from depression, my relationship with my wife was less than ideal, and I often felt as though I couldn't go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this past May, the final blow came. I received a letter from the Army informing me that they were releasing me from the Chaplain's Candidate program because I had not been able to maintain full time status in seminary. I remember getting the letter and sitting on my front lawn with my wife and daughter. I realized that we had come to a cross roads. We had to hang it up, give up on the vision that God had called us to live for, or we had to give ourselves even more fully to the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I felt like Elijah must have felt as he lay in the wilderness, stricken with despair, his task undone, his life in danger. But Elijah's story didn't end in the wilderness and neither did mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text in 1 Kings says that Elijah fell asleep and while he was asleep; &lt;blockquote&gt;"an angel touched him and said to him 'Arise and eat.' And he looked and behold, there was at his head a cake baked on hot stones and a jar of water. And he ate and drank and lay down again. And the angel of the Lord came again a second time and touched him and said, 'Arise and eat, for the journey is too great for you." And he arose and ate and drank, and went in the strength of that food forty days and forty nights to Horeb, the mount of God." - 1 Kings 19:5-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Elijah was at the end of his strength. He had enough and couldn't think of going on. He wanted to die. But God didn't leave him there. After Elijah went to sleep - not after Elijah had begged God for enough help, or after Elijah tried even harder - no after he went to sleep, exhausted, then God came to his rescue. God provided what he needed. He fed Elijah, gave him strength. I think that its an important point that God provided actual food and water. God knows our needs and provides for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How encouraging that must have been for Elijah to wake up and find breakfast in bed from God! As much strength as the food and water provided, it probably paled in comparison to the strength that Elijah received by God showing up in his despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on my lawn, feeling crushed by the weight of failure, God showed up. My wife and I both heard God speaking to our hearts saying, "Stop trying to fulfill my plan for you on your own strength. I will provide a way." We decided in that moment to follow. In the next six months we sold our house (there were 32 for sale in our neighborhood ours was the only one to sell for full price), I quit my job (my employer United World Mission gave me another position with less responsibility and fewer hours), we asked friends and family to support us financially (they did!), and someone from our church gave us a house to live in. As I write this I am again overwhelmed by the provision of God. He showed up and he fed us with his own hand! Like Elijah we are moving forward by the "strength of that food".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are at a place of despair in your life today. Maybe you feel as though you cannot go on. The task before you is too great. If you trust Jesus with your life then do as he says and "cast your cares on him". He will provide what you need. Live under his strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not come to a place in your life where you have trusted Jesus, believing that you are far from God and that he died for you that you might be made right with God, then you need to do that. Stop living your life under your own strength. Live instead under his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2032382073517567197-6195177573354184772?l=chaplaingabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6195177573354184772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-decides-when-we-are-finished.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/6195177573354184772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/6195177573354184772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-decides-when-we-are-finished.html' title='Who Decides When We Are Finished'/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032382073517567197.post-184412959239596925</id><published>2009-11-08T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T05:45:10.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is the distinction between secular and sacred appropriate given Genesis 1:28? (should there be a Christian music industry?) Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2032382073517567197-184412959239596925?l=chaplaingabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/184412959239596925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-distinction-between-secular-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/184412959239596925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/184412959239596925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-distinction-between-secular-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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-2032382073517567197.post-2359969912243319703</id><published>2009-09-23T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:30:52.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read a great book called, "Discipleship of the Mind" by James Sire. Highly Recommend it. Asks the question, How do I love God with my mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2032382073517567197-2359969912243319703?l=chaplaingabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2359969912243319703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/read-great-book-called-discipleship-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/2359969912243319703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/2359969912243319703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/read-great-book-called-discipleship-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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-2032382073517567197.post-7643496434515137058</id><published>2009-09-08T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T04:20:14.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips! Psalm 141: 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2032382073517567197-7643496434515137058?l=chaplaingabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7643496434515137058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/set-guard-o-lord-over-my-mouth-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/7643496434515137058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/7643496434515137058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/set-guard-o-lord-over-my-mouth-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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-2032382073517567197.post-2367328364387006323</id><published>2009-09-06T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:14:02.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moved to the new house in Clover yesterday. Thanks to the heroic strength of Mark Szymanski, Marc Evans, and Kyle Smith! God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2032382073517567197-2367328364387006323?l=chaplaingabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2367328364387006323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/moved-to-new-house-in-clover-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/2367328364387006323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/2367328364387006323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/moved-to-new-house-in-clover-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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-2032382073517567197.post-7120262600244887422</id><published>2009-09-03T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:07:02.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the mountains today with the united world mission team. cool to be part of God's plan to restore His creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2032382073517567197-7120262600244887422?l=chaplaingabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7120262600244887422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-mountains-today-with-united-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/7120262600244887422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/7120262600244887422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-mountains-today-with-united-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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-2032382073517567197.post-5608828829722760921</id><published>2009-09-01T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:27:54.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The New Testament test went well - pretty sure I aced it which is good because who wants a Chaplain that doesn't know what's in the Bible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2032382073517567197-5608828829722760921?l=chaplaingabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5608828829722760921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-testament-test-went-well-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/5608828829722760921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/5608828829722760921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-testament-test-went-well-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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-2032382073517567197.post-1896475523572204784</id><published>2009-06-30T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:01:46.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle at the Teeter</title><content type='html'>About a week ago I went to the woods to pray. During my time in Lake Norman State Park, I sat in the pine forest and read from Matthew's account of Jesus' life. In the very beginning of Jesus' ministry he was "led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. And after fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry." (Matthew 4:1-2, ESV)  As I read this I remembered being in Ranger school and eating only 1 meal a day. I was so hungry that I would do just about anything to get food. I remember some of the guys I was with going "dumpster diving" for thrown out biscuits! So, 40 days without food seems almost impossible. Matthew goes on to say that "the tempter [Satan] came and said to him, 'If you are the Son of God, command these stones to become loaves of bread." (Matthew 4:3, ESV) So, here is Jesus ravenously hungry, way past dumpster diving stage and Satan comes along and says, hey if you really are God feed yourself. Get rid of the crazy hunger pains and make these stones into hot loaves of bread. At this point I was thinking, what would be so wrong about that? I mean if Jesus is hungry wouldn't God want him to eat? And if he is God certainly he could do it. But Jesus' answer is really strange. He says, "It is written, 'Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God." (Matthew 4:4, ESV) His answer is actually a quote from the book of Deuteronomy, which is the story of how God brought this whole group of people, the Israelites out of Egypt where they were slaves and took care of them for 40 years in the middle of the desert. The story in Deuteronomy says that God allowed the people to be hungry and that he provided literally food from heaven that appeared on the ground every morning, so that they would know that "man does not live by bread alone, but man lives by every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord." (Deuteronomy 8:3, ESV) So, this story gets even more interesting. God provided this manna or food which fed the people and took away their physical hunger. But the really important thing is that it was God who provided for the Israelites and they knew it. No God, no food. As I read this I realized what Jesus was really saying by refusing to turn the stone into bread. He was saying, 'Yes, I am hungry' but feeding myself will only fill me up for a while. Tomorrow I'll be hungry again. My real needs, the deepest ones of my heart can only be met by God himself, not by my own power or effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came out of this time in the woods and went home. The next morning I woke up with a big burden on my heart. I thought, "What have I done?" I have quit my job, I'm selling my house and on August 1st I'm not sure how I'll pay my bills. And I have done all of this to pursue what I thought God was asking me to do. And in that moment I felt overwhelmed almost crushed. I thought how could I be so stupid to believe that this would work. So I prayed and told God everything in my heart. I told Him that I wasn't sure this was going to work out. And then I asked Him to show up. To reassure me that he would do something, that he would provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after praying this I went to Harris Teeter to buy some groceries. After getting the things that I needed I went to the self checkout aisle. After paying, the machine produced my receipt. Written on the receipt were the words, "Congratulations" followed by an explanation that my groceries were paid for. Not knowing what this was all about I went to the Customer Service desk with my receipt. After handing it to the manager, she replied, "When did you get this?" I said, "Just now." She said, "Well congratulations you are the 400th customer and your groceries are on us. But the really strange thing is that it's only 7 am and this usually doesn't happen until much later in the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I signed for my free $29.77 worth of groceries (I know I should have bought more), I began to tear up. I remembered what I read the day before. "Man cannot live by bread alone, but man lives by every word that comes from the mouth of God." In response to my doubt, to my burden, God provided my physical bread. And more importantly he reminded me that He is in charge, that He is faithful, and that when I refuse to do things my way, on my own, I open up the possibility that God might do something wonderful and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Christ be the Glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2032382073517567197-1896475523572204784?l=chaplaingabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1896475523572204784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/miracle-at-teeter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/1896475523572204784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032382073517567197/posts/default/1896475523572204784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaplaingabe.blogspot.com/2009/06/miracle-at-teeter.html' title='Miracle at the Teeter'/><author><name>Gabe Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04616053882433370930</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></feed>
