<?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-23625512</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:26.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caledonianken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23625512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caledonianken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ken Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08638453427158492309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23625512.post-115692788379299640</id><published>2006-08-30T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:51:23.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5469/2430/1600/Oliver.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5469/2430/320/Oliver.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;One Happy Guy! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3336/732236961662172/1600/P1000711.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Allow me to introduce you to Oliver!&lt;br /&gt;He is a lovely Irish gentleman living in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Auchinheath&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  Born and raised a good Catholic boy in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Oliver has had several bad experiences with water. Two particular incidents where he almost lost his life left him permanently fearful of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Oliver has discovered Christ...and with the discovery also the command to be baptized in water... (by the way, that still means immersed in my books...) "Pastor Ken, can I have a small word with you... is there any other way? I am horrified with water..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I tried to comfort and humour Ollie by telling him,&lt;br /&gt;"I've never lost one yet..." Oliver went away somewhat perplexed with my answer. I'm not sure what his expectations were. I tried to encourage him by saying, "Oliver, I think this will be the perfect occasion not only to bury the 'old man', but think it will be an excellent opportunity to bury the 'old fear'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a quick picture of Ollie... baptized this past Sunday... completely triumphant!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3336/732236961662172/1600/P1000711.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23625512-115692788379299640?l=caledonianken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caledonianken.blogspot.com/feeds/115692788379299640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23625512&amp;postID=115692788379299640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23625512/posts/default/115692788379299640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23625512/posts/default/115692788379299640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caledonianken.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-happy-guy-allow-me-to-introduce_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08638453427158492309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23625512.post-115692561879419005</id><published>2006-08-30T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:13:38.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;James Fraser of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Years ago I read a work of Alexander Whyte on the life of James Fraser of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Brea&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fraser’s classic “Memoirs” has long been a source of profit of many down through the years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, this is long out of print and extremely difficult to find.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whyte’s description of the life of JF and his struggle with the work of sanctification so related to my own, that I knew I must lay my hands on this book as well, which I did several years later.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;At once I consumed it… underlining and making a few notes in the margin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But all too soon, I was once again in the battle we all face of making what I had read, reality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose if I were to calculate how many books in my library were bought in hopes as to becoming the cure for sin; the sum would be quite scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; now working away at church planting again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While here, I am in the process of re-reading this wonderful classic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is so far out of print… you would consider yourself fortunate to run across anything upon the subject of James Fraser of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good luck with Google / Amazon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;JF was a man of numbers… he knew how to count!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout his memoirs he is constantly enumerating:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the 3 steps to this, the 4 observations of that, the 5 ways to the other, the 6 secrets for…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could have been the “Series King” if he had lived in the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here begins our story:&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;“The Memoirs of James Fraser of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The following piece is found in the author’s own dedication to a Mr. Thomas Ross, Minister at Kincardine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I have thought the disregarding of the Lord’s providences to be one common great sin, not only among open enemies, but among professed friends of Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All God’s ways being wisdom and goodness, are worthy of observation; and those providences that concern our spiritual estate most of all.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I have in nothing been more refreshed, quickened and edified, than by hearing and reading of the spiritual experiences of others of the Lord’s people; and in nothing more comforted and sanctified than by a serious recalling to mind of the Lord’s dealings with me.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here comes the first of many…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;“Three ways doth the Lord reveal Himself&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;by His      word&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;by His      works of creation &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;by His      works in providence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;These three are the several glasses through which the invisible God is seen.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Psalms 66:16&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Come, and I will tell you what the Lord hath done for my soul.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And with many other words the author begins to give a brief justification for the writing of his memoirs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;His      word is forever settled in heaven… and cannot be altered without curse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;His      work of creation continues to reproduce itself… having not really altered      since creation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;His      work of providence has more of a direct impact upon our daily lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How shall we define the “works of providence” in our lives?&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The manner in which God has led us this far?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dealings of God in our life?&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I understand the word, providence, comes from the Latin “provideo”, meaning to see a thing before…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in layman’s terms,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God knowing and seeing a thing before it happens making provision for our lives;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;whether that be an escape, a helping hand, a job or career change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few of      us would debate the eternal value the word of God has been to each of us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few of      us would consider making light of the beautiful, mysterious and vast      nature of creation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few of      us would stop and consider, recount to themselves the beautiful,      mysterious and equally intricate manner in which the Lord has guided us      through this life thus far.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I look back upon my 47 years, I can hardly begin to enumerate the many ways in which God has preserved me, provided for me, protected me…. put up with me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I suppose the direction I am going with this is one of consideration, contemplation and thanksgiving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Years ago we would sing a hymn, “Count your blessings, name then one by one and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.”&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Now, no music required, just a good memory… get to work and be blessed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the way, if you would like to read Whyte’s article, it’s available on the web.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newble.co.uk/hall/fraser/biography"&gt;www.newble.co.uk/hall/fraser/biography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23625512-115692561879419005?l=caledonianken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caledonianken.blogspot.com/feeds/115692561879419005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23625512&amp;postID=115692561879419005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23625512/posts/default/115692561879419005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23625512/posts/default/115692561879419005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caledonianken.blogspot.com/2006/08/james-fraser-of-brea-years-ago-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08638453427158492309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23625512.post-114381603873416961</id><published>2006-03-31T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:55:44.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:street style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Right Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; – Right Time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Everyone loves those moments… the moments when you just happen to be in the right place at the right time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Christians, we hold there is something greater  behind these events besides luck or coincidence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re more comfortable with phrases such as ‘divine appointment’, ‘an open door’ or a window of opportunity’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Psalms 37:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; from the New Living Translation it reads, &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“The steps of the godly are directed by the LORD. He delights in every detail of their lives.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t that a wonderful thought?  &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God is directing our steps…and that He delights in every detail of our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5469/2430/1600/Gary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5469/2430/320/Gary.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Another favorite passage of mine regarding this divine coincidence is found in the tiny book of Ruth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember, Naomi has returned home to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/st1:city&gt; from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Moab&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is accompanied by her Moabite daughter-in-law, Ruth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things are tight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not much food in the cupboard, so Ruth leaves one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;morning to try her hand at the custom of gleaning, which means going behind the harvesters and picking up what’s left behind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Being a foreigner, she was probably unaware of all the abuse and difficulty she was getting herself into.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all what’s a Moabite woman doing gleaning in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s harvest fields?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suffice to say, she could have faced a rather rude if not injurious morning… that is had the Lord not been concerned about &lt;i style=""&gt;every detail of her life!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love the language of the King James Version,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Ruth 2:3)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“…and her hap was to light on a part of the field belonging unto Boaz…”&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You have to love this!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It’s early morning in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;; Ruth leaves Naomi behind and wanders down main street, through the town square and out where the fields are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looks to this field of wheat and workers and then looks to that field of wheat and workers… and it just so happened that she landed upon the field of the kinsman redeemer who would abundantly satisfy her need for food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And eventually provide her a nice home, marriage, title to all the fields and a son named Obed, who would become the father of Jesse, who would become the father of David, King of Israel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would you call that a fortunate turn of events?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When we arrived in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the town of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hamilton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; had been selected for us as the place for our church plant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We knew little to nothing of the town, the people, their needs or what lay in store for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I guess you could say,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“our hap was to light on town of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hamilton&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’ve taken the expense to enclose in this newsletter a brochure from our main office entitled – &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the cover is a skinny kid wearing a Glasgow Rangers top… his name is Gary Matthews.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;He attends Harvest Christian Fellowship in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hamilton&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me tell you his story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;John and Karen, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s parents had been exposed to a church which was quite abusive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sectarian views had left them confused and disillusioned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had all but stopped going to church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One night Karen was praying,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Lord, just like the man from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Macedonia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; prayed, Lord, would you send someone here to help us… send someone to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hamilton&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!”&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Little did Karen know that God was preparing a family in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:state&gt; to relocate to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Little did Karen know that God was doing a new thing, breaking through barriers just to answer her prayer?&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Little did Karen know that God was guiding the Scottish leadership to the little town of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hamilton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to be the first church plant in this new partnership?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Matthews family became one of the first members of Harvest Christian Fellowship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, they are involved in a variety of ministries of the church one of which is the prayer ministry of our church… (Wonder why?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5469/2430/1600/matthews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5469/2430/400/matthews.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In a library located in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, there is a sign that has been seen by many college students.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It reads, “It costs too much to be out of the will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; of God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Which is a truth negatively stated.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Being the optimist, let’s rephrase it,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“It pays rich dividends to be found in the will of God.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing – nothing – nothing surpasses knowing and doing the will of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ruth was in the will of God, doing the will of God when Boaz crossed her path.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Right place – right time!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23625512-114381603873416961?l=caledonianken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caledonianken.blogspot.com/feeds/114381603873416961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23625512&amp;postID=114381603873416961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23625512/posts/default/114381603873416961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23625512/posts/default/114381603873416961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caledonianken.blogspot.com/2006/03/right-place-right-time-everyone-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08638453427158492309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
