<?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-8081385391148526821</id><updated>2012-02-11T09:35:31.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Watchman Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>“Son of man, I have appointed you a watchman to the house of Israel, whenever you hear a word from My mouth, warn them from me.”
Ezekiel 3:17 NASV</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-369278619306580068</id><published>2012-01-30T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:11:17.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“I Want To Be Like Jesus!”</title><summary type='text'>

You may have heard someone say, “I just want to be like Jesus!”  You may even have said this yourself.  Oh, how noble and Christian this sounds.  We get visions that if we were to be like Jesus, we would go about our day extending unconditional love to the unlovely and we would spend our time helping the poor and down trodden.  We would be given supernatural powers that we could use to heal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/369278619306580068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=369278619306580068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/369278619306580068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/369278619306580068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-to-be-like-jesus.html' title='“I Want To Be Like Jesus!”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-8260202176484817112</id><published>2012-01-09T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:31:19.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“New Wine”</title><summary type='text'>
Inevitably as the calendar rolls over to a new year, we tend to reflect upon the old and contemplate what the new will bring.  We look forward with anticipation to the new; however the positive outlook for the new is often hindered by what is carried over from the old.  The following verse reflects that this fact is true in our spiritual lives as well as in our physical.  God impressed this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8260202176484817112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=8260202176484817112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/8260202176484817112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/8260202176484817112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-wine.html' title='“New Wine”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sITRJqEhkWQ/Tws7axQb8NI/AAAAAAAAACk/mkKmWcopMPc/s72-c/dep_6659835-Ripe-grapes-wine-glass-and-bottle-of-wine-isolated-on-white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-815255325394386268</id><published>2011-12-22T11:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:06:40.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift</title><summary type='text'>
Christmas is a time of giving and receiving.  Much is made however of the materialism that runs rampant during the Christmas holiday season.  Our lust to receive and give material things runs far above what is needed or what we even have the ability to pay for.  But regardless of how out of balance man can be, the idea of giving was not initiated by man.  Giving originated with God.  Giving was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/815255325394386268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=815255325394386268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/815255325394386268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/815255325394386268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/greatest-gift.html' title='The Greatest Gift'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-9079935260170192959</id><published>2011-12-08T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T07:05:33.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Drawing my life from Jesus…?”</title><summary type='text'>

It seems as though our lives are plagued with this constant roller coaster flow of trials and blessings, heart aches and joys.  We can feel we are standing on top of the world one day only to plummet to the bottom of the ravine the next.  So when things are good or I am experiencing spiritual highs, I tend to want to soak up a large reserve of the spiritual closeness and power to hold in store </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9079935260170192959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=9079935260170192959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/9079935260170192959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/9079935260170192959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/drawing-my-life-from-jesus.html' title='“Drawing my life from Jesus…?”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-9087397380406383396</id><published>2011-10-14T09:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:36:45.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Breaking Into Prison”</title><summary type='text'>

In the book of Acts chapter 
16, we find the apostle Paul and his sidekick Silas caught in the middle of a 
very riveting tale.  They were out 
preaching the gospel when they encounter this slave girl who was possessed by a 
demonic spirit that enables her to fortune-tell.  She followed Paul around for many days 
shouting after them.  Troubled by 
the situation, Paul cast the demon spirit out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9087397380406383396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=9087397380406383396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/9087397380406383396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/9087397380406383396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/breaking-into-prison.html' title='“Breaking Into Prison”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-6038794153559040657</id><published>2011-04-16T11:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:46:57.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Who Can Separate Us From The Love Of Christ?”</title><summary type='text'>
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?  Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine or nakedness, or peril, or sword?  For I am persuaded, that neither death, or life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come.   Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6038794153559040657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=6038794153559040657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6038794153559040657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6038794153559040657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-can-separate-us-from-love-of-christ.html' title='“Who Can Separate Us From The Love Of Christ?”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-6510078814536728427</id><published>2011-02-13T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:39:04.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Grave Clothes”</title><summary type='text'>Most of us are very  familiar with the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead.  Like all scripture this story was not  recorded just as a historical document detailing Jesus life and actions, but was  recorded to teach us important truth about God’s character and His relationship  with us.  The scriptures are full of  types, shadows and analogies; this is the case here  also.
Jesus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6510078814536728427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=6510078814536728427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6510078814536728427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6510078814536728427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/grave-clothes.html' title='“Grave Clothes”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-4955076965111986081</id><published>2011-01-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T08:49:15.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“The Year the King Died”</title><summary type='text'> “In the year that King Uzziah died, I  saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe  filled the temple.  Above him were  seraphs…and they called to one another, “Holy holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;  the whole earth is full of his glory.   At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook, and the  temple was filled with smoke.  Woe  to me! I cried.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4955076965111986081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=4955076965111986081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4955076965111986081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4955076965111986081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-king-died.html' title='“The Year the King Died”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-2786762178099235957</id><published>2010-12-24T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T07:16:14.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Quote Worth Requoting</title><summary type='text'>“If Christians would spend as much time, energy and money getting ready for the second coming of Christ as they do celebrating his first coming, they would accomplish GREAT things.”  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2786762178099235957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=2786762178099235957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/2786762178099235957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/2786762178099235957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-quote-worth-requoting.html' title='Christmas Quote Worth Requoting'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-9015436483080796448</id><published>2010-12-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:19:54.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“His Presents vs. His Presence”</title><summary type='text'>Living here in the western  world, most of us have images of Christmas that would include a tree decorated  with lights, ornaments, and garland, with lots of presents piled high  underneath.  From childhood we are  enamored with the vision of an abundance of gifts with our name on them.  Gifts coming in all shapes and sizes  filled with every imaginable thing that would satisfy our every wish.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9015436483080796448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=9015436483080796448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/9015436483080796448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/9015436483080796448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-presents-vs-his-presence.html' title='“His Presents vs. His Presence”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-3082701900739552723</id><published>2010-12-16T01:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:30:57.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Acting Like Your Father”</title><summary type='text'>
Christmas is that time of year when our minds are scrambling, trying to figure out what kinds of gifts to give to the people we love.  Gifts that would meet our loved ones needs.  Gifts that would bring them joy and speak to who they are.  For some this process is exciting and fun; for others it is frustrating and stressful.  For me, not having very many gifts to give, (as my wife takes care of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3082701900739552723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=3082701900739552723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3082701900739552723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3082701900739552723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/learning-to-act-like-my-father.html' title='“Acting Like Your Father”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-2379786536875225720</id><published>2010-11-15T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:49:06.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Access”</title><summary type='text'>
What thought comes to mind when you think of having “Access?”  Access is a very important aspect of life.  Access gets us into places, and gives us an audience with people, that others are not afforded.  Access allows us to enjoy things that others are not privileged to enjoy.  Access gets us things that others can’t have or reach.   Access can grant to you in a moment, what might otherwise take</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2379786536875225720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=2379786536875225720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/2379786536875225720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/2379786536875225720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/11/access.html' title='“Access”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-341468728004868788</id><published>2010-10-12T16:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:12:31.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“The Bride”</title><summary type='text'>Last week my youngest daughter got married.  She was very beautiful, and was beaming with joy as she finally reached the long awaited and anticipated day when she would be joined to the one she loved and adored.  The one she longed to share her days, dreams, and even her very soul with.  
The specialness of that day didn’t just happen.  Months of preparation and planning had gone into what would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/341468728004868788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=341468728004868788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/341468728004868788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/341468728004868788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/bride.html' title='“The Bride”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/TLTilV8IfeI/AAAAAAAAABo/d-880VMveIU/s72-c/Jill%27s+Wedding+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-634718179871743876</id><published>2010-08-30T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:13:27.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Hear God’s Voice</title><summary type='text'>If we are truly going to be  followers of Christ, it is quite essential that we know what God’s will and  way is  for our life.  The scripture makes  it quite clear that God has plans and purposes He has placed into us.  Plans and purposes that we were  specifically “designed” to fulfill, predetermined before our birth, even before  the foundation of the world.  But in  order for us to walk into,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/634718179871743876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=634718179871743876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/634718179871743876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/634718179871743876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/learning-to-hear-gods-voice.html' title='Learning to Hear God’s Voice'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-4565631411706856324</id><published>2010-06-22T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:03:15.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Created, then Formed</title><summary type='text'>“In  the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.  Now  the earth was formless and empty,  darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was  hovering  over the water.”     Gen.  1:1-2
I have always seen Gen. 1:1  as an overview, a summation if you will, of the whole first chapter of  Genesis.  Then starting in verse 2,  I thought we back tracked and were told the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4565631411706856324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=4565631411706856324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4565631411706856324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4565631411706856324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/06/created-then-formed.html' title='Created, then Formed'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-7235390026006952334</id><published>2010-05-27T10:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:30:59.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Church Hopping"</title><summary type='text'>I have often heard  in  religious settings people warning me to beware of becoming a “church  hopper”.  Church hopping is always  spoken of in a negative way and something that is looked down upon and  something we should avoid.  The  thing is, as I see it, it is impossible to be a “CHURCH  HOPPER.”  The term “Church Hopping” is an  oxymoron.  It cannot be done.    Now I know what these  people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7235390026006952334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=7235390026006952334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/7235390026006952334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/7235390026006952334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/05/church-hopping.html' title='&quot;Church Hopping&quot;'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-6423792558416327125</id><published>2010-04-25T16:30:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:30:27.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Power Comes Once the Accuser is Cast Down!”</title><summary type='text'>Does it ever seem odd to you that Christians are often so weak and powerless when we have the omnipotent, all powerful Creator dwelling inside of us? Shouldn’t the sons and daughters of the King of the universe be walking in and demonstrating Kingdom rule and authority? This blog addresses one major reason I believe Christians are living much lower that we are called.Listen to what is says in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6423792558416327125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=6423792558416327125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6423792558416327125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6423792558416327125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/power-comes-once-accuser-is-cast-down.html' title='“Power Comes Once the Accuser is Cast Down!”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-3284137706930733762</id><published>2010-04-18T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:09:03.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Saltless Salt”</title><summary type='text'>As I watch what’s  going on  in the world these days, it seems as though Christians and Christian  values are  being trampled by the culture in which  we now find ourselves living.   Jesus, speaking to his followers in Matthew 5:13 says, “You are the  salt of the earth.  But if the salt  loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again?  It  is no longer good for anything,  except to be thrown</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3284137706930733762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=3284137706930733762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3284137706930733762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3284137706930733762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/04/saltless-salt.html' title='“Saltless Salt”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-4521258200828834110</id><published>2010-03-25T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:13:14.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“An Acceptable Sacrifice”</title><summary type='text'>Ever since the  dawn of  creation man has been trying to do things to get God's approval, acquire  His  favor, or demonstrate to Him their love or dedication.  Men  give up things they love and give  away their possessions, they perform all kinds of strange and bizarre  rituals,  they deny themselves pleasures, and treats their bodies harshly.  Some have gone so far as to commit  suicide, all in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4521258200828834110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=4521258200828834110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4521258200828834110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4521258200828834110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/acceptable-sacrifice.html' title='“An Acceptable Sacrifice”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-7349269162344830817</id><published>2010-03-16T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:12:58.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Running After Jesus”</title><summary type='text'>This weeks’ blog is just a  short follow up to my last blog, Finding  the “One.”   Although it has been a long time since I  dated (having been married now for 31  years) I have a small nugget of dating advice to share with those of you who  are single.  The best dating advice  that I have ever heard was spoken, I believe by Tommy Nelson, who as I recall  said something to the affect of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7349269162344830817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=7349269162344830817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/7349269162344830817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/7349269162344830817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/03/running-after-jesus.html' title='“Running After Jesus”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-2874801557604833945</id><published>2010-02-13T09:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:53:36.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the “ONE”</title><summary type='text'>It Is that time of year as Valentine's Day approaches that we are inundated  with images of love and finding that perfect some”ONE” who will make our heart  dance and fulfill our hearts deepest desire. There are love songs and romantic  movies galore giving rise to expectations that “if” we could just find the “ONE”  all would be well in the world. We could face any obstacle or hardship that life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2874801557604833945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=2874801557604833945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/2874801557604833945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/2874801557604833945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-one.html' title='Finding the “ONE”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-4879197982935987741</id><published>2010-01-21T18:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:59:31.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“An Indiana Jones Christian”</title><summary type='text'>In the book of John chapter 11, the Bible recounts the time when Mary and Martha’s brother Lazarus was sick. The sisters sent word to Jesus of their brother’s illness, obviously expecting that Jesus would cancel all His plans and come to them right away. The scriptures tell us, “when he (Jesus) heard that he (Lazarus) was sick, he then stayed two days longer in the place where he was.” Why did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4879197982935987741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=4879197982935987741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4879197982935987741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4879197982935987741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/indiana-jones-christian.html' title='“An Indiana Jones Christian”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-204324379608231532</id><published>2009-12-31T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:59:25.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Suggestions For A New Years Resolution"</title><summary type='text'>Each year at this time as we reflect on the year that has just  past and look forward toward the New Year ahead, many of us consider making new  year’s resolutions, hoping to make some positive changes in our lives. If you  haven’t yet come up with a New Years Resolution, you might consider one  of mine from the list below?  1. Seek God and His kingdom ways above all else. “But seek (aim at and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/204324379608231532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=204324379608231532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/204324379608231532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/204324379608231532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/suggestions-for-new-years-resolution.html' title='&quot;Suggestions For A New Years Resolution&quot;'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-4042601445399752973</id><published>2009-12-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:28:23.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Christmas Without A Gift?”</title><summary type='text'>Can you imagine being a child and waking up Christmas morning excitedly  expecting to find a large beautifully wrapped gift under the tree with your name  on it, only to discover that there isn’t one? Everyone else in the family has a  gift under the tree except you? The rest of the family’s gifts are beautiful and  glowing, they are exciting and fun. They all seem to fit their taste and  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4042601445399752973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=4042601445399752973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4042601445399752973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4042601445399752973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-without-gift.html' title='“Christmas Without A Gift?”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-6987048581436202807</id><published>2009-12-07T22:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:08:39.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Living From The Tree of The Knowledge of Good And Evil”</title><summary type='text'>Do you know that it was never God's will for you to choose between good and evil, that you were never suppose to choose between what is right and what is wrong?Does that statement shock you? Some of you are thinking that this is nearly blasphemous. Others of you are thinking that the Watchman has finally lost his screws, blew his cork, or fell off the deep end. You may ask, don’t we have to “know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6987048581436202807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=6987048581436202807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6987048581436202807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6987048581436202807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-from-tree-of-knowledge-of-good.html' title='“Living From The Tree of The Knowledge of Good And Evil”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-3117568594838698822</id><published>2009-11-08T14:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:03:33.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“A Question For My Soul”</title><summary type='text'>I wonder, if I were to be tested like Job from the Old Testament, what would  I do and how would I react?  Here is what Satan said to God about Job before his testing began. “Does Job fear God for nothing? Have you not put a hedge about him  and his house and all that he has, on every side? You have conferred prosperity  and happiness upon him in the work of his hands, and his possessions have  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3117568594838698822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=3117568594838698822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3117568594838698822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3117568594838698822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/question-for-my-soul.html' title='“A Question For My Soul”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-1879369526160101599</id><published>2009-10-29T10:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:40:34.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Faith vs. Trust”</title><summary type='text'>I recently heard a teaching on the difference between faith and trust. At  first I wasn’t sure if there really was a difference, but I have come to believe  that there is.  Hebrews 11:1 says that “Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not  seen.” So faith is having confidence that something will or has happened based  on God's Word, even when there is no visible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1879369526160101599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=1879369526160101599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/1879369526160101599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/1879369526160101599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/faith-vs-trust.html' title='“Faith vs. Trust”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-8438010092190861098</id><published>2009-10-14T12:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:42:42.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Standing in the Gap”</title><summary type='text'>“And I sought for a man among them who should build up the wall and stand in  the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it, but I found none.”  Ez. 22:30  I believe that Ezekiel 22:30 is one of the saddest, most disturbing verses in  the entire Bible. The whole nation of Israel had fallen into sin and rebellion  against God. It had gotten so bad that even the prophets were, “like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8438010092190861098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=8438010092190861098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/8438010092190861098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/8438010092190861098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/standing-in-gap.html' title='“Standing in the Gap”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-3475833401521483383</id><published>2009-09-18T11:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:44:15.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Live Deep Within Your Heart”</title><summary type='text'>The following quote is part of a Franciscan benediction that I recently read in an amazing book by Craig Groescel called “It” (A book I believe every pastor or ministry leader should read.) May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart.May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3475833401521483383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=3475833401521483383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3475833401521483383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3475833401521483383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/live-deep-within-your-heart.html' title='“Live Deep Within Your Heart”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-1681791130539184734</id><published>2009-08-19T11:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:26:18.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Nothing Grows at 20,000 Feet”</title><summary type='text'>In nature the edge of the habitat at which trees are capable of growing is  known as the tree line. Once you rise above the tree line only less complex  forms of vegetation are able to survive. Just past the tree line small shrubs  grow, but as you climb higher and higher the vegetation simplifies until soon  you find only mosses and algae. Some mountains are so high that due to the lack  of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1681791130539184734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=1681791130539184734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/1681791130539184734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/1681791130539184734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-grows-at-20000-feet.html' title='“Nothing Grows at 20,000 Feet”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-9117002439097866785</id><published>2009-08-03T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:27:14.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“I Touch The Eternal With Gloves On”</title><summary type='text'>I love those moments in life when you are just minding your own business, the  mind mostly disengaged and then suddenly, WHAM! Something you hear or read slams  you in between the eyes with the jolt of a 100-mile an hour fastball. It rocks  you back on your heals as you struggle to figure out where it came from, why it  hit you with such force, and why it resonated so true or important within you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9117002439097866785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=9117002439097866785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/9117002439097866785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/9117002439097866785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-touch-eternal-with-gloves-on.html' title='“I Touch The Eternal With Gloves On”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-2690379885602947641</id><published>2009-06-24T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:10:16.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“The Changing Of A Desperate Man!”</title><summary type='text'>Due to the long hours of my summer work schedule I have trouble finding time  to write. Therefore I will post one of my first “Watchman Chronicles” that  I wrote way back in 2003.  I have just finished reading a book by Mark Cahill called "The One Thing  You Can't Do In Heaven." (If you have ever struggled with sharing your  faith in Jesus, this book will both challenge and help equip you to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2690379885602947641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=2690379885602947641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/2690379885602947641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/2690379885602947641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-of-desperate-man.html' title='“The Changing Of A Desperate Man!”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-8444359481086897578</id><published>2009-06-02T10:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:31:35.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“I AM”</title><summary type='text'>My daughter wrote an “I Am” poem for an assignment for her summer college class. I thought hers was amazing. She found it a fun and enlightening exercise, and encouraged others to try it as well, and so I did. Like most guys I suppose, I am not much for self exploration and certainly not big on letting others see into my soul, but I have always known that God called me to write “The Watchman </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8444359481086897578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=8444359481086897578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/8444359481086897578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/8444359481086897578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am.html' title='“I AM”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-5128159742051177984</id><published>2009-05-26T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:37:02.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Grace To The Humble”</title><summary type='text'>“God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble.”  James 4:6 As Christians it is easy to pass right over a scripture like this, for we  seldom think of ourselves as being proud. When we think of someone being proud,  we think of some loud mouth rap singer or star athlete spouting off about how  they are the greatest. Or possibly some atheistic politician or scientist who  think they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5128159742051177984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=5128159742051177984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/5128159742051177984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/5128159742051177984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/grace-to-humble.html' title='“Grace To The Humble”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-7946024025795636355</id><published>2009-05-06T09:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:03:04.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“A Crumb Is All You Need”</title><summary type='text'>In Matthew 14 the Bible tell us that once while Jesus was traveling near Tyre and Sidon a Canaanite woman came to Him crying and saying, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is suffering terribly from demon possession.” (vs. 22) Jesus seemingly ignores her and gives her no answer. She apparently was not put off at all by His lack of interest in her, for the disciples then come to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7946024025795636355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=7946024025795636355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/7946024025795636355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/7946024025795636355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/crumb-is-all-you-need.html' title='“A Crumb Is All You Need”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-4540289628979985198</id><published>2009-04-22T08:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:23:45.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Terrorist of Love!”</title><summary type='text'>I love my country and am very interested in what is going on politically in the USA, however I purposely avoid talking about political issues in this blog. This is due to the fact that I believe true change will never come through a political process but only through the power of Gods Word and through the person of Jesus Christ. Voicing a political view is void of power, but Gods Word is “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4540289628979985198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=4540289628979985198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4540289628979985198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4540289628979985198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/terrorist-of-love.html' title='“Terrorist of Love!”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-6552517954756250636</id><published>2009-04-10T10:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:47:07.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“The Great Exchange!”</title><summary type='text'>When my son was in grammar school, like many kids he loved to play baseball. His dream was to grow up and play professional ball on the same team as Ken Griffey Jr. When he wasn’t playing baseball he collected baseball cards. So as you might imagine his goal was to collect every Ken Griffey Jr. card ever made. Although he loved receiving cards of other great players, he would use them to make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6552517954756250636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=6552517954756250636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6552517954756250636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/6552517954756250636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-exchange.html' title='“The Great Exchange!”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-3267504477526653125</id><published>2009-03-29T23:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:20:35.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Expecting Favor!”</title><summary type='text'>How would you like to find favor awaiting you everyday and in every  circumstance you find yourself? You walk into work and your boss comes hurrying  over to you with a smile on his face and announces, “I have decided that I am  giving you a 25% pay raise and an extra week vacation.” Then when you go out for  lunch you find the restaurant packed to the hilt but the moment you arrive the  waitress</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3267504477526653125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=3267504477526653125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3267504477526653125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3267504477526653125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/expecting-favor.html' title='“Expecting Favor!”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-184726041416427348</id><published>2009-03-17T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:17:35.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Divine Assignments!”</title><summary type='text'>There is something about human nature that makes us all think that everyone we know should like us; we want everyone to see our worth and find value in our words, thoughts, and talents. We soon come to see however that no matter how much we may want this or attempt to get everyone to value us, this is just not how life plays out in our everyday world. Some people for whatever reason just don’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/184726041416427348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=184726041416427348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/184726041416427348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/184726041416427348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-divine-assignments.html' title='“Divine Assignments!”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-939683920964472592</id><published>2009-03-03T13:54:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:35:48.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Pardoned”</title><summary type='text'>The above cartoon would probably be more humorous to me if it weren’t so true. I spent many years of my life (after being born again) burdened down with the guilt and shame of sin that had already been pardoned by the blood of Jesus. I had been set free but lived as a captive in a constant state of unrest, trying to live up to the requirements of Gods law. A law that if we are going to live by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/939683920964472592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=939683920964472592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/939683920964472592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/939683920964472592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/above-cartoon-would-probably-be-more.html' title='“Pardoned”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/Sa2ZlGkKwEI/AAAAAAAAABI/OTJEO9b1FKo/s72-c/image01777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-4673668960539948799</id><published>2009-02-15T17:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:13:43.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Pain, Our Pathway To Life!”</title><summary type='text'>I have never wanted too much out of life. I have never had lofty dreams or extravagant expectations. I just want the basic good things in life, moderate provision, healthy body, and to be surrounded by family and friends. I just want life’s problems to leave me alone so I can live a happy little life void of pain, sorrow and all other such annoying distractions. Like most people I suppose, when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4673668960539948799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=4673668960539948799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4673668960539948799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4673668960539948799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-our-pathway-to-life.html' title='“Pain, Our Pathway To Life!”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-612111474767657865</id><published>2009-01-20T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:24:27.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Preparing For The End Of All Things”</title><summary type='text'>The Bible tells us that as Christ’s return grows closer and closer the times  in which we live will become more and more tumultuous. As we look at the news  each day we could certainly come to the conclusion that the “end of all things is at hand.” (1 Peter 4:7)  Sinful indulgences are out of control, world wide financial collapse seems  eminent, war and terror are a constant threat, and natural </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/612111474767657865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=612111474767657865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/612111474767657865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/612111474767657865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparing-for-end-of-all-things.html' title='“Preparing For The End Of All Things”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-8762679446310373162</id><published>2009-01-13T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:12:40.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“I Never Have What I Need”</title><summary type='text'>When was the last time you were in the middle of a problem or a project and in frustration you said to yourself, “I never have what I need.” Have you ever thought about the fact that you really “Never” have what you need. I am not being negative or pessimistic here, it is just a simple fact. Seriously, there is never a time in your life when you have what you need. Why is that? It is because if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8762679446310373162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=8762679446310373162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/8762679446310373162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/8762679446310373162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-never-have-what-i-need.html' title='“I Never Have What I Need”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-219353095179038445</id><published>2008-12-31T09:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:16:41.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Resolving to Change”</title><summary type='text'>As the new year rolls around each year, we tend to stop and reflect upon all  that has transpired in the past year. Then we look ahead and consider all that  we would like to see different in the future. We feel bad about our past  failures, sometimes even burdened down with guilt over them. So we resolve to  change and do better in the new year. We make resolutions to lose weight, pay  off the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/219353095179038445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=219353095179038445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/219353095179038445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/219353095179038445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolving-to-change.html' title='“Resolving to Change”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-3117990580013346805</id><published>2008-12-19T10:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:18:40.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Where Is He”</title><summary type='text'> “Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king,  behold there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem saying, where is he  that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen his star in the east and are  come to worship him.” Matthew 2:1-2  The wise men from the east are the first recorded God chasers found in the  new testament. They would have been called pagans and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3117990580013346805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=3117990580013346805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3117990580013346805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3117990580013346805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-is-he.html' title='“Where Is He”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-4415749649168116508</id><published>2008-12-10T09:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:30:14.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“No Room in the Inn”</title><summary type='text'>“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., he went there to register with Mary , who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4415749649168116508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=4415749649168116508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4415749649168116508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/4415749649168116508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-room-in-inn.html' title='“No Room in the Inn”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081385391148526821.post-3401441107767482842</id><published>2008-12-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:15:14.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“The birth of a blog”</title><summary type='text'>  I first began to write “The Watchman Chronicles” newsletter back in June of '02. Each issue had 4 to 6 short blog type articles on topics ranging from what  the Lord was teaching me to political issues like abortion or the silencing of  Christian free speech. I would print them off and mail or hand them out to  family and friends. I wrote five issues of “The Watchman Chronicles” newsletter  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3401441107767482842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8081385391148526821&amp;postID=3401441107767482842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3401441107767482842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8081385391148526821/posts/default/3401441107767482842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewatchmanchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/birth-of-blog.html' title='“The birth of a blog”'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015581185127251444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iLyTTsnFkaw/SThtC4b5pPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DTw-pjpMaXM/S220/398066096_img_6721-b+(sepia).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
