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    <title type="text">Richmond Assembly of God | Pastor&#39;s Blog</title>
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    <updated>2010-08-23T01:02:51Z</updated>
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    <entry>
      <title>Contentment</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2010:blog/3.618</id>
      <published>2010-08-22T23:38:50Z</published>
      <updated>2010-08-23T01:02:51Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        I was reading the other day in Philippians where Paul speaks about something we don't hear much about today...contentment.  As we read his letters, he wrote to the churches about his everyday experiences and we understand that he never viewed himself as a victim of life's circumstances, but a victor over every and all of the circumstances of life...why?
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    <entry>
      <title>Life&#8217;s Burdens</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2010:blog/3.606</id>
      <published>2010-07-02T00:20:45Z</published>
      <updated>2010-07-02T01:39:46Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        Someone once said "Life's burdens must never be carried alone".  Thank God for the body of Christ and friends, real friends, not fair-weather friends...but the ones who stand by us through thick and thin. 
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    <entry>
      <title>Love</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2010:blog/3.548</id>
      <published>2010-02-17T17:15:49Z</published>
      <updated>2010-02-26T16:37:50Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        My message on Valentine's Day was about love.  As I pondered the word, I asked myself the question, "What do we really understand about love?"  It's hard to define the word. So then I turned to I Cor. 13 and I became more confused!
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    <entry>
      <title>Today</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2009:blog/3.504</id>
      <published>2009-10-03T23:14:01Z</published>
      <updated>2009-10-04T00:29:13Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        I recently lost an old friend of almost 30 years. Someone once said "When we lose a friend in life, a bit of us dies". I don't know if that's true, but it sure seems like it is.  What is it about this life that's so deceptive? 
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    <entry>
      <title>That Time of Year Again</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2009:blog/3.465</id>
      <published>2009-06-23T16:10:00Z</published>
      <updated>2009-06-23T17:51:37Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        Well, here we go...it's finally summer!  If you know me, you may wonder if I've flipped my lid or something.  Summer isn't typically my favorite time of the year. Many people know I really love spring, fall, and winter much better. So what's that all about? 
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    <entry>
      <title>Shameful?</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2009:blog/3.423</id>
      <published>2009-03-19T22:50:00Z</published>
      <updated>2009-03-20T00:18:54Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        I recently attended a family funeral for my 90 year old aunt.  She was my "closest" aunt and I hadn't seen her in several years!  I was re-acquainted with many distant family members that I only see at funerals and weddings.  After the funeral, I thought about how we let time and the busyness of life keep us apart. It's just shameful...
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    <entry>
      <title>Immanuel</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2008:blog/3.398</id>
      <published>2008-12-19T19:17:01Z</published>
      <updated>2008-12-19T20:48:32Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        It's always been amazing to me that God chose the way He did to reveal His Son. Luke tells us, the Savior was first announced to shepherds...Wow..shepherds.  Smelly, stinky, outcasts, who were shepherds.  Why didn't He go to the rich, famous, or powerful first?  But shepherds?  
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    <entry>
      <title>Time</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2008:blog/3.373</id>
      <published>2008-10-29T21:01:01Z</published>
      <updated>2008-10-29T22:25:55Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        Hey, what happened to summer and even Indian summer?  Can it be November already?  Wow, did it seem to fly by or what?  Isn't that life, time racing on, kids seem to suddenly be adults, young adults seem all to soon to be older adults.  Somebody slow it down, so we can catch our breath, please!
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    <entry>
      <title>Friend</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2008:blog/3.332</id>
      <published>2008-07-22T16:53:01Z</published>
      <updated>2008-07-22T18:30:09Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        All my life I've tried to define the term "friend"...to understand what a friend really is.  When I thought I had a grip on the word, I would find myself disillusioned again.  When I was in my mid-teens, a man I worked for (30 yrs. my senior) told me that I wouldn't have many true friends in life. I'd have many acquaintances, but not many friends.  
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    <entry>
      <title>Be Careful</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2008:blog/3.306</id>
      <published>2008-05-30T15:10:00Z</published>
      <updated>2008-05-30T16:44:03Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        When I was a boy growing up, my father was always telling me to "be careful".  Be careful with that baseball bat...be careful with that BB gun...be careful with those fish hooks...be careful with the cat's tail; she will scratch you.  
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    <entry>
      <title>People</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2008:blog/3.258</id>
      <published>2008-03-10T17:14:00Z</published>
      <updated>2008-03-10T19:09:30Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        Ever notice in life, some people you meet you instantly like and enjoy interacting with, while others you have to work and work to like and feel comfortable around?  I'm not sure why that is.  One of the things I love about Jesus is he was always Jesus, love or hate him, it never mattered to him. He was always secure in who he was. He never seemed like he needed to win anyone's acceptance or favor; never needed to impress anyone; didn't care if you were offended with what he spoke. He always spoke the truth, like it or not. 
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    <entry>
      <title>Prayer Closet ?</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2008:blog/3.243</id>
      <published>2008-02-10T00:51:00Z</published>
      <updated>2008-02-10T02:11:52Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        Well, I'm finally back to my Blog.  I took January off, I guess you could say I blog-slid.  As I grow older I find myself wanting to talk less and think more.  I guess that carries over into my struggle to blog also.  Oh, don't misunderstand me, I can still talk with the best of them, but my desire isn't as strong.  Which brings me to my point..cell phones.
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    <entry>
      <title>The Christmas Season</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2007:blog/3.216</id>
      <published>2007-12-18T14:53:01Z</published>
      <updated>2007-12-18T22:34:55Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        It's hard to be joyful sometimes at the Christmas season.  Oh, I know the angels sang "Peace on Earth, Good Will toward Men".  And I know that our God gives us "peace that passes all understanding" when we seek him in prayer, but this world is anything but a peaceful place.  The violence, the suffering, the hungry, the sick, the poor, the brokenhearted, and of course so many oppressed and lost.  Christmas can be a tough time for so many hurting and burdened with the heartaches of this life! 
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    <entry>
      <title>The Perfect Storm</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2007:blog/3.196</id>
      <published>2007-10-28T23:57:00Z</published>
      <updated>2007-10-29T01:20:14Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        One of the most frightening accounts in the New Testament, for me, is where Jesus invites his disciples to take a boat ride.  It's a beautiful day; life is good. Oh, it's good to be alive and love Jesus!  But wait just a moment...all that is about to change.  Clouds, a storm approaching...it can't be...the sun was just shining brightly moments ago.  Oh, but the waves are getting worse.  Let's row harder; we can handle this...or can we?  This looks bad.  I've never been through this kind of storm  before. I can't make it...help, Jesus help!  Where is Jesus anyway?  
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    <entry>
      <title>Real Life, Real People</title>
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      <id>tag:richmondassembly.org,2007:blog/3.150</id>
      <published>2007-08-18T16:51:00Z</published>
      <updated>2007-08-18T18:16:54Z</updated>
      <author>
            <name>Joie</name>
            <email>redeemed12920@yahoo.com</email>
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        When's the last time you made a phone call to some business and received numerous instructions on a pre-recorded, taped message?  As you sit there listening and your blood pressure rises, you're thinking, "if only I could speak to a real person".  Welcome to our world today; high-tech and void of personal contact and personal relationships.  We live more in isolation than past generations. 
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