<?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-8479888280210293730</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:04:50.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Running Stream</title><subtitle type='html'>How does the human spirit survive and even thrive in chaos? What does change means to you? We rarely put  action to these questions. We  focus merely on the peripheral level. We look at the stream and its running water, the constant change and the flowing stream indicate the activities of time. We do not want to remain outdated and forever on slumber. The running stream is a metaphor and our life is the real score. We discover and experience the goal of a lifetime. Welcome to my world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8365903654647606875</id><published>2008-10-09T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:23:46.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now Is The Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to know&lt;br /&gt;That all that you do is sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to understand&lt;br /&gt;That all your ideas of right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Were just a child's training wheels&lt;br /&gt;To be laid aside&lt;br /&gt;When you finally live&lt;br /&gt;With veracity&lt;br /&gt;And love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for the world to know&lt;br /&gt;That every thought and action is sacred.&lt;br /&gt;This is the time for you to compute the impossibility&lt;br /&gt;That there is anything&lt;br /&gt;But Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the season to know&lt;br /&gt;That everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Is sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hafiz was a Persian mystic and poet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was born sometime between the years &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1310 and 1337 in Shiraz, at the foot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zagros&lt;/span&gt; Mountains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in southwest Iran.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8365903654647606875?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8365903654647606875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8365903654647606875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8365903654647606875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8365903654647606875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-is-time-hafiz-now-is-time-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-7291074304196567341</id><published>2008-09-11T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:32:12.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Touch Of The Master's Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myra Brooks Welch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was battered and scarred,&lt;br /&gt;And the auctioneer thought it&lt;br /&gt;Hardly worth his while&lt;br /&gt;To waste his time on the old violin,&lt;br /&gt;But he held it up with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;"What am I bid, good people", he cried,&lt;br /&gt;"Who starts the bidding for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"&lt;br /&gt;"Two dollars, who makes it three?"&lt;br /&gt;"Three dollars once, three dollars twice,&lt;br /&gt;Going for three". . . but no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the room far back a gray-haired man&lt;br /&gt;Came forward and picked up the bow;&lt;br /&gt;Then wiping the dust from the old violin,&lt;br /&gt;And tightening up the strings,&lt;br /&gt;He played a melody, pure and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;As sweet as an angel sings.&lt;br /&gt;The music ceased and the auctioneer&lt;br /&gt;With a voice that was quiet and low,&lt;br /&gt;Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"&lt;br /&gt;As he held it aloft with its bow.&lt;br /&gt;"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"&lt;br /&gt;"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"&lt;br /&gt;"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,&lt;br /&gt;Going and gone", said he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people cheered, but some of them cried,&lt;br /&gt;"We do not quite understand.&lt;br /&gt;What changed its worth?"&lt;br /&gt;Swift came the reply: "The touch of the Master's hand."&lt;br /&gt;And many a man with life out of tune,&lt;br /&gt;And battered and scarred with sin,&lt;br /&gt;Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd&lt;br /&gt;Much like the old violin.&lt;br /&gt;A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,&lt;br /&gt;A game and he travels on,&lt;br /&gt;He's going once, and going twice -He's going - and almost gone!&lt;br /&gt;But the MASTER comes, and the foolish crowd,&lt;br /&gt;Never can quite understand,&lt;br /&gt;The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought&lt;br /&gt;By the touch of the MASTER'S hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-7291074304196567341?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/7291074304196567341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=7291074304196567341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7291074304196567341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7291074304196567341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/09/touch-of-masters-hand-myra-brooks-welch.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-7621513873269670772</id><published>2008-09-08T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:00:19.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patience and perseverance have a magical effect&lt;br /&gt;before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish."&lt;br /&gt;[John Quincy Adams ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great works are performed not by strength&lt;br /&gt;but by perseverance."&lt;br /&gt;[Samuel Johnson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most people give up just&lt;br /&gt;when they're about to achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;They quit on the one yard line.&lt;br /&gt;They give up at the last minute of the game,&lt;br /&gt;one foot from a winning touchdown."&lt;br /&gt;[H. Ross Perot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The difference between perseverance and obstinacy&lt;br /&gt;is that one often comes from a strong will,&lt;br /&gt;and the other from a strong won't."&lt;br /&gt;[Henry Ward Beecher]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you wish success in life,&lt;br /&gt;make perseverance your bosom friend,&lt;br /&gt;experience your wise counselor,&lt;br /&gt;caution your elder brother&lt;br /&gt;and hope your guardian genius."&lt;br /&gt;[Joseph Addison]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A jug fills drop by drop."&lt;br /&gt;[Buddha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you do get some many visitors to the site?,&lt;br /&gt;I am asked. I reply, by persevering, by not giving up,&lt;br /&gt;by sticking to it!"&lt;br /&gt;[Catherine Pulsifer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is not easy for any of us.&lt;br /&gt;We must have perseverance&lt;br /&gt;and above all confidence in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We must believe that we are gifted&lt;br /&gt;for something and that this thing must be attained."&lt;br /&gt;[Marie Curie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"{Perseverance is not a long race;&lt;br /&gt;it is many short races one after another."&lt;br /&gt;[Walter Elliott]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-7621513873269670772?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/7621513873269670772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-6789691921919439243</id><published>2008-09-08T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:54:04.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perseverance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the world is looming dark&lt;br /&gt;And things seem not so clear,&lt;br /&gt;When shadows seem to hover 'round Lord,&lt;br /&gt;may I persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; been tried&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way to go,&lt;br /&gt;Just let me keep remembering&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the journey's slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just need to stop and rest&lt;br /&gt;Along the path I trod,&lt;br /&gt;A time to try to understand&lt;br /&gt;And have my talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gain new strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt or fear,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know things will be right,&lt;br /&gt;And so, I persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Anne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stortz&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-6789691921919439243?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/6789691921919439243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=6789691921919439243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6789691921919439243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6789691921919439243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/09/perseverance-when-all-world-is-looming.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-6507164764113830049</id><published>2008-09-08T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:50:14.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOING TOO FAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Speed up when necessary,&lt;br /&gt;And know when to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Slow down when life pushes so hard and fast,&lt;br /&gt;You cannot consume anymore air.&lt;br /&gt;Slow down when you can't see&lt;br /&gt;Where you're going&lt;br /&gt;Or where you're coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to stop and realize&lt;br /&gt;What you have right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;When you cannot find what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;When you cannot find what you want in someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Look inside of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sweat the small things,&lt;br /&gt;And make the best of the big things.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish the experiences you've had,&lt;br /&gt;And use the lessons you've learned.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are rubber bands,&lt;br /&gt;Bending and stretching to fit&lt;br /&gt;Even the most awkward situations.&lt;br /&gt;You can adapt to anything,&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of its size or shape.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to realize and use&lt;br /&gt;What you have in your own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Author Unknown]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've started out in pursuit of your goal&lt;br /&gt;And you've really tried with your heart and your soul,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow things got out of control&lt;br /&gt;---START OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've tried your best to do what you should&lt;br /&gt;And you thought this time that you surely would,&lt;br /&gt;But once again, you didn't do good&lt;br /&gt;---START OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've worked so hard to follow a dieters way&lt;br /&gt;And you fought to win a victory each day.&lt;br /&gt;But one more time you went astray&lt;br /&gt;---START OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've tried so hard to yourself to be true&lt;br /&gt;And do the things that you know you should do,&lt;br /&gt;But once again you failed to come through&lt;br /&gt;---START OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the road to success seemed much too long&lt;br /&gt;And each temptation was oh so strong&lt;br /&gt;And once again you gave in to wrong&lt;br /&gt;---START OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've told your friends what you planned to do&lt;br /&gt;And trusted them to help you through&lt;br /&gt;But soon discovered it's up to you&lt;br /&gt;---START OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know you must be physically fit,&lt;br /&gt;But your hope seems gone and you're stuck in a pit&lt;br /&gt;That's not the time for you to quit&lt;br /&gt;---START OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the week seems long and successes few&lt;br /&gt;And at weigh-in time you're feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;Remember tomorrow is just for you&lt;br /&gt;---START OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start again means a victory's been won&lt;br /&gt;And starting over again means a race well run&lt;br /&gt;And starting over again proves it can be done&lt;br /&gt;So don't just sit there&lt;br /&gt;---START OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Author Unknown]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-6507164764113830049?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/6507164764113830049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=6507164764113830049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6507164764113830049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6507164764113830049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-too-fast-live-your-life-like-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-6830433018159886108</id><published>2008-07-24T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:44:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TROUBLES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, sometimes you have to:&lt;br /&gt;--- break, so You can rebuild&lt;br /&gt;--- wound, so You can heal&lt;br /&gt;--- let me walk in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;so that I can see Your light&lt;br /&gt;--- let me be confused,&lt;br /&gt;so I seek Your truth&lt;br /&gt;--- let me feel emptiness&lt;br /&gt;so You can fill me&lt;br /&gt;--- let me feel lonely, so I can&lt;br /&gt;see what a friend You are&lt;br /&gt;--- let me learn the hard things,&lt;br /&gt;so I can be a gentle teacher&lt;br /&gt;--- let me be void of feelings,&lt;br /&gt;so I must walk by faith&lt;br /&gt;--- take away my future plans,&lt;br /&gt;to teach me to live one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;--- show me the futility of life,&lt;br /&gt;so I will see that everything is loss&lt;br /&gt;compared to the surpassing value&lt;br /&gt;of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;[Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Knepp&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-6830433018159886108?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-3386284209512679773</id><published>2008-07-24T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:26:55.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In his book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Decline and Fall of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Roman Empire&lt;/em&gt; Edward Gibbon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;discussed five reasons for the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of that empire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    The rapid increase of divorce;&lt;br /&gt;       the undermining of the dignity&lt;br /&gt;       and sanctity of the home, which&lt;br /&gt;       is the basis of human society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Higher and higher taxes and&lt;br /&gt;       the spending of public monies&lt;br /&gt;       for  free bread and circuses&lt;br /&gt;       for the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   The mad craze for pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;       sports becoming every year&lt;br /&gt;       more exciting and more brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    The building of gigantic armaments,&lt;br /&gt;       when the real enemy was within -&lt;br /&gt;       the decadence of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    The decay of religion - faith fading&lt;br /&gt;        into mere formalism; losing touch&lt;br /&gt;        with life and becoming impotent to&lt;br /&gt;        guide the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-3386284209512679773?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/3386284209512679773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=3386284209512679773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3386284209512679773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3386284209512679773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-his-book-decline-and-fall-of-roman.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-3391613477334988247</id><published>2008-07-02T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:48:57.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Man's Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of commonsense, I give Thee thanks for the heavy blows of pain that drive me back from perilous ways into harmony with the laws of my being; for stinging whips of hunger and cold that urge to bitter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strivings&lt;/span&gt; and glorious achievement; F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; steepness and roughness of the way and staunch virtues gained by climbing over jagged rocks of hardship and stumbling through  dark and pathless sloughs of discouragement; for the acid blight of failure that has burned out of  me all thought of easy victory and toughened my sinews for fiercer battles and greater triumphs; for mistakes I have made, and the priceless lessons I have learned from them; for disillusion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; that have cleared my vision and spurred my desire; for strong appetites and passions and the power they give when under the pressure and control; for my imperfections that give me the keen delight of striving toward perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of common of good and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; brotherhood, I give Thee thanks for siren songs of temptation that lure and entangle and the understanding of other men they reveal; for the weaknesses and failings of my neighbors and the joy of lending a helping hand; for my own shortcomings, sorrows and loneliness, that give me a deeper sympathy for others; for ingratitude and misunderstanding and the gladness of service without other reward than self-expression.  [Arthur W. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Newcomb&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-3391613477334988247?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/3391613477334988247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=3391613477334988247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3391613477334988247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3391613477334988247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/07/mans-thanksgiving-god-of-commonsense-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-6098603067818586799</id><published>2008-06-07T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:25:07.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE ROADS OF HAPPINESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads of happiness are not&lt;br /&gt;        The selfish roads of pleasure seeking,&lt;br /&gt;Where cheeks are flushed with haste and hut&lt;br /&gt;         And none  has time to kindly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;But they're the roads where lovers stray,&lt;br /&gt;        Where wives and husbands walk together&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it is pleasant weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads to happiness are trod&lt;br /&gt;         By simple folks and tender-hearted,&lt;br /&gt;By gentle folks that worship God&lt;br /&gt;         And want to live their days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unparted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There kindly people stop and talk,&lt;br /&gt;         Regardless of the chase for money,&lt;br /&gt;There, arm in arm, the grown-ups walk&lt;br /&gt;         And every eye you see is sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads of happiness are lined,&lt;br /&gt;          Not with the friends of royal splendor,&lt;br /&gt;But with the loyal friends and kind&lt;br /&gt;           That do the gentle deeds and tender.&lt;br /&gt;There fame has never brought unrest&lt;br /&gt;           Nor glory set men's heart to aching;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unabandoned&lt;/span&gt; is life's best&lt;br /&gt;           For selfish love and money making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads of happiness are those&lt;br /&gt;           That do not lead to pomp and glory&lt;br /&gt;But wind among the joys and woes&lt;br /&gt;           That make the humble &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;toiler's&lt;/span&gt; story.&lt;br /&gt;The roads that oft we use to tread&lt;br /&gt;            In early days when first we mated,&lt;br /&gt;When hearts were light and cheeks were red,&lt;br /&gt;            And days were not with burdens frightened.&lt;br /&gt;[Edgar A. Guest]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-6098603067818586799?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/6098603067818586799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=6098603067818586799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6098603067818586799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6098603067818586799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/06/roads-of-happiness-roads-of-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8179194979620737040</id><published>2008-06-07T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:28:10.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE ROADS TO HAPPINESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little roads to happiness,&lt;br /&gt;they are not hard to find;&lt;br /&gt;They do not lead to great success -&lt;br /&gt;but to a quiet mind.&lt;br /&gt;They do not lead to mighty power,&lt;br /&gt;nor to substantial wealth.&lt;br /&gt;They bring one to a book, a flower,&lt;br /&gt;a song of cheer and health.&lt;br /&gt;The little roads to happiness are free&lt;br /&gt;to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;They lead one to the wind's caress,&lt;br /&gt;to kiss of friendly sun.&lt;br /&gt;These little roads are shining white,&lt;br /&gt;for all the world to see;&lt;br /&gt;Their sign-boards, pointing left and right,&lt;br /&gt;are love and sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;The little roads of happiness have this&lt;br /&gt;most charming way;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they may digress throughout&lt;br /&gt;the busy day;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where they twist and wind&lt;br /&gt;through fields of rich delight,&lt;br /&gt;They're always of the self same mind to&lt;br /&gt;lead us home at night.&lt;br /&gt;[Wilhelmina Stitch]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8179194979620737040?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-1244869511430913</id><published>2008-06-07T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:30:20.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GOD GIVE ME JOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me joy in the common things:&lt;br /&gt;In the dawn that lures, the eve that sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new grass sparkling after rain,&lt;br /&gt;In the late wind's wild and weird refrain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the springtime's spacious field of gold,&lt;br /&gt;In the precious light of winter doled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me joy in the love of friends,&lt;br /&gt;In their dear home talk as summer ends;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the songs of children, unrestrained;&lt;br /&gt;In the sober wisdom age has gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me joy in the tasks that press,&lt;br /&gt;In the memories that burn and bless;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the thought that life has love to spend,&lt;br /&gt;In the faith that God's at journey's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me hope for each day that springs,&lt;br /&gt;God give me joy in the common things!&lt;br /&gt;[Thomas Curtis Clark]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-1244869511430913?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/1244869511430913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=1244869511430913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1244869511430913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1244869511430913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-give-me-joy-god-give-me-joy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-2919413284180773883</id><published>2008-06-07T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:29:36.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUNSHINE AND MUSIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laugh is just like sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;It freshens all the day,&lt;br /&gt;It tips the peak of life with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And drives the clouds away.&lt;br /&gt;The soul grows glad that hears it&lt;br /&gt;And feels its courage strong.&lt;br /&gt;A laugh is just like sunshine&lt;br /&gt;For cheering folks along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laugh is just like music.&lt;br /&gt;It lingers in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;And where its melody is heard&lt;br /&gt;The ills of life depart;&lt;br /&gt;And happy thoughts come crowding&lt;br /&gt;Its joyful notes to greet:&lt;br /&gt;A laugh is just like music&lt;br /&gt;For making living sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-2919413284180773883?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-3641559977826182238</id><published>2008-05-16T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:51:29.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY TRIUMPH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others shall sing the song,&lt;br /&gt;Others shall right the wrong, -&lt;br /&gt;Finish what I begin,&lt;br /&gt;And all I fail to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matter, I or they?&lt;br /&gt;Mine or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; day,&lt;br /&gt;So the right word be said,&lt;br /&gt;And life the sweeter made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring, bells &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unreared&lt;/span&gt; steeples,&lt;br /&gt;The joy of unborn peoples!&lt;br /&gt;Sound, trumpets far-off blown,&lt;br /&gt;Your triumph is my own!&lt;br /&gt;[John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Greenleaf&lt;/span&gt; Whittier]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-3641559977826182238?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/3641559977826182238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=3641559977826182238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3641559977826182238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3641559977826182238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-triumph-others-shall-sing-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-2912862992858051274</id><published>2008-05-16T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:46:19.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WORSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to give thanks unto&lt;br /&gt;the Lord, and to sing praises&lt;br /&gt;unto thy name,&lt;br /&gt;O Most High: to show forth thy&lt;br /&gt;loving-kindness in the morning, and thy&lt;br /&gt;faithfulness every night.&lt;br /&gt;Upon an instrument of ten strings, and&lt;br /&gt;upon the psaltery, upon the harp with&lt;br /&gt;a solemn sound.&lt;br /&gt;For thou, Lord, hast made me glad through&lt;br /&gt;thy work;&lt;br /&gt;I will triumph in the works of thy hands.&lt;br /&gt;O lord, how great are thy works!&lt;br /&gt;and thy thoughts are very deep.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Psalms&lt;/span&gt; 92:1-5]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-2912862992858051274?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/2912862992858051274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=2912862992858051274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/2912862992858051274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/2912862992858051274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/05/worship-it-is-good-to-give-thanks-unto.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-1947385845136348361</id><published>2008-05-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:40:34.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GIVE ME HARD TASKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me hard tasks,&lt;br /&gt;With strength that shall not fail;&lt;br /&gt;Conflict, with courage that shall never die!&lt;br /&gt;Better the hill-path, climbing toward the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Than languid air and smooth&lt;br /&gt;Sword of the vale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to dare the wild wrath of the gale&lt;br /&gt;Than with furled sails in port forever lie!&lt;br /&gt;Give me hard tasks,'&lt;br /&gt;With strength that shall not fail;&lt;br /&gt;Conflict with courage that shall never die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for a light load fitting shoulders fail,&lt;br /&gt;Not for an unearned victory I sigh;&lt;br /&gt;Strong is the struggle that wins triumph high,&lt;br /&gt;Not without loss the hero shall prevail;&lt;br /&gt;Give me hard tasks,&lt;br /&gt;With strength that shall not fail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-1947385845136348361?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/1947385845136348361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=1947385845136348361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1947385845136348361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1947385845136348361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/05/give-me-hard-tasks-give-me-hard-tasks.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-678798022716712233</id><published>2008-05-16T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:31:02.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keynote of life's harmony is sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Not twice or thrice&lt;br /&gt;Of will, or time, or pleasure-giving treat,&lt;br /&gt;But many times&lt;br /&gt;that life's chord may be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sacrifices most&lt;br /&gt;Drinks deepest life's rich strain,&lt;br /&gt;counting no cost,&lt;br /&gt;But giving self on every side,&lt;br /&gt;Daily and hourly sanctified,&lt;br /&gt;But in the giving&lt;br /&gt;Living&lt;br /&gt;Is but the straining of the strings,&lt;br /&gt;The growth of harmony's pure wings.&lt;br /&gt;Life is the tuning time, complete&lt;br /&gt;Alone when every chord is sweet&lt;br /&gt;Through sacrifice. No untried string&lt;br /&gt;Can music bring&lt;br /&gt;True living&lt;br /&gt;Is learning all about the giving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-678798022716712233?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/678798022716712233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=678798022716712233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/678798022716712233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/678798022716712233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/05/sacrifice-keynote-of-lifes-harmony-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-6762056099158170010</id><published>2008-05-16T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:25:19.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am just a young man</title><content type='html'>Scores say this: "I am just a young man."&lt;br /&gt;In other words, what thousands of men&lt;br /&gt;today would like to be! A potentiality with&lt;br /&gt;his face to the East! A lifetime stretching ahead!&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Life with clean pages to be written&lt;br /&gt;on as he may elect! "Just a young man" in a time&lt;br /&gt;like this: in a land like this: in a world like this!&lt;br /&gt;Then he deprecates himself! In a land of opportunity&lt;br /&gt;where every chance beckons and every road invites!&lt;br /&gt;A road straight and clear, and the high peaks of&lt;br /&gt;achievement  beyond - and oh! so few on them!&lt;br /&gt;To carve out of life what one wills! How many men&lt;br /&gt;there are who would gladly give all they possess&lt;br /&gt; to have that once more!&lt;br /&gt;[Edward W. Fox]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-6762056099158170010?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/6762056099158170010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=6762056099158170010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6762056099158170010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6762056099158170010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-just-young-man.html' title='I am just a young man'/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-6344261189176892487</id><published>2008-03-19T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:45:13.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FAITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith looks across the storm -&lt;br /&gt;It does not doubt&lt;br /&gt;Or stop to look at clouds&lt;br /&gt;And things without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith does not question why&lt;br /&gt;When all his ways&lt;br /&gt;Are hard to understand,&lt;br /&gt;But trusts and prays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seeks the greatest gift&lt;br /&gt;And asks not sight;&lt;br /&gt;It does not need to see -&lt;br /&gt;He is its light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above the tempest's roar&lt;br /&gt;It hears his voice;&lt;br /&gt;And, with its hands in his,&lt;br /&gt;Faith can rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fears no cloud, or wind&lt;br /&gt;That it can bring;&lt;br /&gt;Faith looks across the storm&lt;br /&gt;And still can sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-6344261189176892487?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/6344261189176892487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=6344261189176892487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6344261189176892487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6344261189176892487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/03/faith-faith-looks-across-storm-it-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-5425178863516827840</id><published>2008-03-02T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:05:35.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE BOTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;We may either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diminish&lt;/span&gt; our wants&lt;br /&gt;or augment our means  - either will do -&lt;br /&gt;the result is the same; and it is for each man&lt;br /&gt;to decide for himself, and do that which happens&lt;br /&gt;to be the easiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are idle or sick or poor, however&lt;br /&gt;hard it may be to diminish your wants,&lt;br /&gt;it will be harder to augment your means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are wise, you will do both&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, young or old,&lt;br /&gt;rich or poor, sick or well;  and if you are&lt;br /&gt;very wise do both in such a way to augment&lt;br /&gt;the general happiness of society.&lt;br /&gt;[Benjamin Franklin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-5425178863516827840?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/5425178863516827840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=5425178863516827840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/5425178863516827840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/5425178863516827840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/03/choose-both-there-are-many-ways-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-7159578043678854581</id><published>2008-02-25T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:22:27.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IDEALS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men deem&lt;br /&gt;Gold their god, and some esteem&lt;br /&gt;Honor is the chief content&lt;br /&gt;That to man in life is lent;&lt;br /&gt;And some others do contend,&lt;br /&gt;Quite none like to a friend;&lt;br /&gt;Others hold there is no wealth&lt;br /&gt;Compared to a perfect health;&lt;br /&gt;Some men's mind in quiet stands&lt;br /&gt;When he is lord of many lands:&lt;br /&gt;But I did sigh, and sail all this&lt;br /&gt;Was but a shade of perfect bliss;&lt;br /&gt;And in my thoughts I did approve&lt;br /&gt;Naught so sweet as is true love.&lt;br /&gt;[Robert Greene]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-7159578043678854581?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/7159578043678854581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=7159578043678854581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7159578043678854581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7159578043678854581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-4595026051968302738</id><published>2008-02-25T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:57:15.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TRUE WEALTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should we measure our worth in the eyes of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the size of our bank accounts, the quantity of things we own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magnitude of our fame? Or should we base it on an entirely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different and less tangible set of assets - like the number of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and loved ones we can count on, the amount of gratitude we feel for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our blessings, or the abundance of opportunities for happiness we're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True wealth is not by what you accumulate, but what you give away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you invest your life in the pursuit of what's really important -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships, goals, inner happiness - your rewards go far beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything you can deposit in the bank. Best of all, these kind of riches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are infinite and can never be taken away. They are stored up in the treasure chest of your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4595026051968302738?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4595026051968302738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4595026051968302738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4595026051968302738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4595026051968302738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-wealth-how-should-we-measure-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8738685086376906690</id><published>2007-12-01T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:03:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is often judged by whether you get&lt;br /&gt;what you want. Happiness is different.&lt;br /&gt;That depends on wanting what you get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes not from having much&lt;br /&gt;to live on but having much to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is not a matter of good fortune&lt;br /&gt;or worldly possessions. It is a mental attitude.&lt;br /&gt;It comes from appreciating what we have.&lt;br /&gt;It's so simple - yet so hard for the human&lt;br /&gt;mind to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your situation, things&lt;br /&gt;could be worse.  Count your blessings&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy a little happiness while you may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is like a butterfly.  The more you&lt;br /&gt;chase it, the more it will elude you. But&lt;br /&gt;if you turn your attention to other things,&lt;br /&gt;it comes and softly sits on your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy man is he who is cheerful with&lt;br /&gt;moderate means;  the unhappy he who is&lt;br /&gt;discontent in the midst of plenty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8738685086376906690?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8738685086376906690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8738685086376906690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8738685086376906690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8738685086376906690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/12/happiness-success-is-often-judged-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-2174041821122021497</id><published>2007-12-01T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T16:49:07.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE IS HAPPINESS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in UNBELIEF  - Voltaire was an infidel&lt;br /&gt;of the most pronounced type. He writes, &lt;br /&gt;"I wish I had never been born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in PLEASURE - Lord Byron lived in&lt;br /&gt;a life of pleasure, if any one did.  He wrote,&lt;br /&gt;"The worm, the canker, and the grief are&lt;br /&gt;mind alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in MONEY - Jay Gould, the American&lt;br /&gt;millionaire, had plenty of that. When dying,&lt;br /&gt;he said, " I suppose I am the most miserable&lt;br /&gt;man on earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in POSITION and FAME - Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beaconsfield&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed more than his share&lt;br /&gt;of both. He wrote, "Youth is a mistake, manhood&lt;br /&gt;a struggle, old age a regret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in MILITARY GLORY - Alexander the Great&lt;br /&gt;conquered the known world in his day. Having done&lt;br /&gt;so, he wept in his tent, because, he said, "There is&lt;br /&gt;no more world to conquer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is good health and bad memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-2174041821122021497?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/2174041821122021497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=2174041821122021497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/2174041821122021497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/2174041821122021497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-is-happiness-not-in-unbelief.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-23119128036771092</id><published>2007-11-20T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:13:20.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO BE RESPONSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be responsible is a choice and the ability to make choices&lt;br /&gt;can be life-transforming.  We need to dare, to try always&lt;br /&gt;and always make a choice. Making choices requires taking&lt;br /&gt;risks and confronting our fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its decision we make, we should always be convinced&lt;br /&gt;that we are doing our best we can under the circumstances -&lt;br /&gt;best for ourselves, best for our family, best for our loved ones&lt;br /&gt;and best for the whole society in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-23119128036771092?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/23119128036771092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=23119128036771092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INTELLIGENT LIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can mean using our time wisely.&lt;br /&gt;It can mean using our resources judiciously.&lt;br /&gt;It can mean looking for better opportunities&lt;br /&gt;to live well.&lt;br /&gt;It can mean careful examination of our&lt;br /&gt;choices and priorities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-5839478227741064860?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/5839478227741064860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=5839478227741064860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/5839478227741064860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/5839478227741064860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/intelligent-living-it-can-mean-using.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-3862393845402414907</id><published>2007-11-20T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:56:19.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OPEN MY EYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes that I may see&lt;br /&gt;The deepest needs of people;&lt;br /&gt;Move my hands that they may feed the hungry;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my heart that it may bring warmth to the despairing;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me generosity that welcomes strangers;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share my possessions to clothe the naked;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the care that strengthens the sick;&lt;br /&gt;Make me share in the quest to set the prisoner free.&lt;br /&gt;In sharing our anxieties and our love.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caminando&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-3862393845402414907?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/3862393845402414907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=3862393845402414907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3862393845402414907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3862393845402414907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/open-my-eyes-open-my-eyes-that-i-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-9120640259389366416</id><published>2007-11-19T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:59:49.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERSONAL CHALLENGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept my own responsibility:&lt;br /&gt;To replace darkness with light,&lt;br /&gt;To replace hatred with love,&lt;br /&gt;To replace suspicion with trust,&lt;br /&gt;To replace lies and hypocrisy with honesty,&lt;br /&gt;To replace abuse with kindness,&lt;br /&gt;To replace frustration with patience,&lt;br /&gt;To replace fear with understanding,&lt;br /&gt;To replace bias, prejudice and discrimination&lt;br /&gt;with tolerance,&lt;br /&gt;To replace ignorance with knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;To replace indifference with  concern,&lt;br /&gt;And to replace apathy with action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all men are entitled to&lt;br /&gt;equal opportunities to live, to grow&lt;br /&gt;and to flourish as human beings&lt;br /&gt;With dignity and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledge that it is important&lt;br /&gt;To live and work for peace as&lt;br /&gt;to die for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of the family of mankind&lt;br /&gt;Now living on this planet earth&lt;br /&gt;I thus commit myself&lt;br /&gt;And challenge my children&lt;br /&gt;And their children,&lt;br /&gt;With God's help do as well.&lt;br /&gt;[Lou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Torok&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-9120640259389366416?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/9120640259389366416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=9120640259389366416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/9120640259389366416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/9120640259389366416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/personal-challenge-i-accept-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-4305509018773354171</id><published>2007-11-19T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:24:30.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOPE OF A HAPPY ENDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You may commit mistakes in the beginning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or in the middle, but never in the ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ending should always be glorious."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true with life.&lt;br /&gt;The ending is what really counts.&lt;br /&gt;We may stumble along the way&lt;br /&gt;but the ending should always be&lt;br /&gt;glorious - no matter how difficult&lt;br /&gt;it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4305509018773354171?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4305509018773354171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4305509018773354171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4305509018773354171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4305509018773354171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/hope-of-happy-ending-you-may-commit.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-5417222707750747515</id><published>2007-11-17T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:13:50.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN WHAT ARE YOU TRUSTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what are you trusting?&lt;br /&gt;Trust in yourself&lt;br /&gt;and you are doomed to disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in your friends and they will die&lt;br /&gt;and leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in money and you may have it&lt;br /&gt;taken from you.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in reputation&lt;br /&gt;and some slanderous tongue may blast it.&lt;br /&gt;But TRUST IN GOD&lt;br /&gt;and you will never be confounded&lt;br /&gt;in time or eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust the past to the mercy of God,&lt;br /&gt;the present of His love, and&lt;br /&gt;the future of His providence.&lt;br /&gt;(Augustine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-5417222707750747515?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/5417222707750747515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=5417222707750747515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/5417222707750747515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/5417222707750747515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-what-are-you-trusting-in-what-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-7206184944188097349</id><published>2007-11-17T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:07:40.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of courage&lt;br /&gt;To put things in God's hands -&lt;br /&gt;To give ourselves completely,&lt;br /&gt;Our lives, our hopes, our plans;&lt;br /&gt;To follow where He leads us&lt;br /&gt;And make His will our own -&lt;br /&gt;But all it takes is foolishness&lt;br /&gt;To go the way alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have nothing left but God,&lt;br /&gt;Then you become aware that&lt;br /&gt;God is enough .&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rayden&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-7206184944188097349?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/7206184944188097349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=7206184944188097349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7206184944188097349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7206184944188097349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/trust-it-takes-lot-of-courage-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8363385224521856119</id><published>2007-11-12T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:49:09.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAKE A CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to love, rather than hate.&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to smile, rather than frown.&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to build, rather than destroy.&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to persevere, rather than quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to praise, rather than gossip.&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to heal, rather than wound.&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to give, rather than take.&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to act, rather than delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to pray, rather than despair.&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to forgive, rather than keep resentment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8363385224521856119?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8363385224521856119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8363385224521856119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8363385224521856119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8363385224521856119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/make-choice-you-can-choose-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-1051405628049078872</id><published>2007-11-08T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:41:10.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ONE BIG DIFFERENCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song can spark a moment.&lt;br /&gt;One flower can wake the dream.&lt;br /&gt;One tree can start a forest.&lt;br /&gt;One bird can herald spring.&lt;br /&gt;One smile begins a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;One hand clasp lifts a soul.&lt;br /&gt;One star can guide a ship at sea.&lt;br /&gt;One word can frame the goal.&lt;br /&gt;One vote can change a nation.&lt;br /&gt;One sunbeam lights a room.&lt;br /&gt;One candle wipes out darkness.&lt;br /&gt;One laugh can conquer gloom.&lt;br /&gt;One step must start each journey.&lt;br /&gt;One word must start each prayer.&lt;br /&gt;One hope will raise our spirits.&lt;br /&gt;One touch can show you care.&lt;br /&gt;One voice can speak with wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;One heart can know what is true.&lt;br /&gt;One life can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;You see, it is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;(Unknown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-1051405628049078872?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/1051405628049078872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=1051405628049078872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1051405628049078872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1051405628049078872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-big-difference-one-song-can-spark.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-9213676439824747536</id><published>2007-11-08T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:33:42.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BE THANKFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful that you don't have everything you desire;&lt;br /&gt;If you did, what would there be to look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful when you don't know something,&lt;br /&gt;For it gives you the opportunity to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;During those times, you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for your limitations,&lt;br /&gt;Because they give you opportunities for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for each new challenge,&lt;br /&gt;Because it will build your strength and character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for your mistakes;&lt;br /&gt;They will teach you valuable lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful when you're tired and weary&lt;br /&gt;Because it means you have made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to be thankful for the good things.&lt;br /&gt;A life of rich fulfilment comes to those&lt;br /&gt;Who are thankful for the setbacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-9213676439824747536?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/9213676439824747536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=9213676439824747536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/9213676439824747536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/9213676439824747536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/be-thankful-be-thankful-that-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-4724602296999664138</id><published>2007-11-08T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:24:38.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAKE A DIFFERENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be poor is not shameful;&lt;br /&gt;It is to be poor and to have&lt;br /&gt;No high aspirations that is shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold a lowly position is not dreadful;&lt;br /&gt;It is to hold a lowly position and&lt;br /&gt;Not to improve your ability that is&lt;br /&gt;Dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting old is not lamentable;&lt;br /&gt;It is to die without anyone knowing you&lt;br /&gt;that is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;(Chinese Proverb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4724602296999664138?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4724602296999664138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4724602296999664138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4724602296999664138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4724602296999664138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/make-difference-to-be-poor-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-33867670867560373</id><published>2007-11-08T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:19:21.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sought my soul&lt;br /&gt;But my soul I could not see.&lt;br /&gt;I sought my God&lt;br /&gt;But my God eluded me.&lt;br /&gt;I sought my brother&lt;br /&gt;And I found all three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-33867670867560373?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/33867670867560373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=33867670867560373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/33867670867560373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/33867670867560373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-sought-i-sought-my-soul-but-my-soul-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-4758531703599548977</id><published>2007-11-08T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:57:24.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God's Sovereignty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do believe that God's sovereignty works wonders among the poorest of the poor.  The dignity of every poor person is the disguise sovereignty of God. Anywhere we go, we always have the poor people with us and we take them for granted, because our prejudice dictates us to do the contrary and hinder our intention from doing something good. The presence of people around us can sometimes cause us to be sympathetic and feel the sense of apathy. However, we limit our actions simply because prejudice will rule our sentiments and instead of doing good, will make us callous and disheartened.  The sovereignty of God shines among the poorest of the poor because heaven has always witnessed their cry and plead that people may open their hearts in sympathy and love. Yet, we cannot help but yield to the life of convenience and we never want to let go of the things that hold us away from supreme mystery of God's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sovereignty&lt;/span&gt;. His ways are indeed mysterious. We may never have the capacity to fathom the deep message of what salvation is all about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4758531703599548977?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4758531703599548977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4758531703599548977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4758531703599548977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4758531703599548977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/gods-sovereignty-i-do-believe-that-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-1631484018683089222</id><published>2007-11-06T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:43:31.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Live to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is no such a thing as an accident or a coincidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do believe that there are reasons why we exist today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of us may be happy being in the good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;position or in the best convenience, while others may be experiencing hardships. Still, we cannot imagine why some people are indeed lucky while many of us are trying to cope up with life.  There must be a mover to the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repertoire&lt;/span&gt; of this existence. We may be diverse in our experiences but the whole scenario leads us all to our own personal maturity and spiritual growth. Some people become complacent because their situation never gave them the chance to pursue their dreams; however, a numerous number of people would just remain where they are because of hopelessness and cowardice, afraid to take the risks. Very few people become persistent no matter  what consequences await them; they continue their journey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; the journey is never that easy.  In the end, we come to realize that life is a matter of taking risks and being persistent. Otherwise, there will never be a reward to anyone who never  attempt to look at what really life is all about. The way we live our life will eventually become the kind of person we will be. Even if some people never really succeeded, but when they really attempt hard is already a success in itself because they have  found who they really are as they continue to traverse life with the intention to pursue their dreams. They may never know that they have formed their own characters and physical maturity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-1631484018683089222?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/1631484018683089222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=1631484018683089222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1631484018683089222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1631484018683089222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-live-to-survive-there-is-no-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-3574064458663942329</id><published>2007-10-31T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:30:16.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOLDEN RULES FOR LIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     If you open it, close it.&lt;br /&gt;2.     If you turn it on, turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;3.     If you unlock it, lock it up.&lt;br /&gt;4.     If you break it,  admit it.&lt;br /&gt;5.     If you can't fix it, call in someone who can.&lt;br /&gt;6.     If you borrow it, return it.&lt;br /&gt;7.     If you value it, take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;8.     If you make a mess, clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;9.     If you move it,  put it back.&lt;br /&gt;10.   If it belongs to someone else, get permission&lt;br /&gt;         to use it.&lt;br /&gt;11.   If you don't know how to operate it, leave it&lt;br /&gt;        alone.&lt;br /&gt;12.   If it's none of your business, don't ask questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-3574064458663942329?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/3574064458663942329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=3574064458663942329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3574064458663942329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3574064458663942329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/golden-rules-for-living-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-372524286078246019</id><published>2007-10-31T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:24:13.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOODNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered,&lt;br /&gt;Love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish&lt;br /&gt;ulterior motives.  Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win false friends and&lt;br /&gt;true enemies.  Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest people with the biggest ideas can be shot&lt;br /&gt;down by small people with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smalllest&lt;/span&gt; minds.&lt;br /&gt;Think big anyway.&lt;br /&gt;People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Fight for some underdogs anyway.&lt;br /&gt;When you spend years building may be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;overnight.  Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have and you'll be get&lt;br /&gt;kicked in the teeth.  Give the world the best you've&lt;br /&gt;got anyway.     (Gary C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griessner&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-372524286078246019?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/372524286078246019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=372524286078246019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/372524286078246019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/372524286078246019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/goodness-people-are-unreasonable.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-3758339997087547750</id><published>2007-10-30T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T05:39:12.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COMPASSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion is a feeling deep  within ourselves - a "quivering of the heart"-&lt;br /&gt;and it is also a way of acting - being affected by the suffering of others and&lt;br /&gt;moving on their own behalf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiritual practice of compassion is likened to opening the heart.&lt;br /&gt;First, allow yourself to feel the suffering in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;worl&lt;/span&gt;d, including your own. &lt;br /&gt;Don't turn away from pain, move toward it with caring.&lt;br /&gt;Go into situations where people are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Identify with your neighbors in their distress. Then expand&lt;br /&gt;the circle of your compassion to include other creatures, nature and&lt;br /&gt;inanimate world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practice of compassion increases our capacity to care. It is a very good&lt;br /&gt;exercise for your heart muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion allows us to bear witness to that suffering, whether it is in&lt;br /&gt;ourselves or others, without fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-3758339997087547750?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/3758339997087547750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=3758339997087547750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3758339997087547750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3758339997087547750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/compassion-compassion-is-feeling-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-4112024509303305913</id><published>2007-10-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:01:18.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is a positive and potent spiritual practice with&lt;br /&gt;the power to pull us through difficult times.  It is&lt;br /&gt;described with light metaphors - a ray, a beam,&lt;br /&gt;a glimmer of hope; the break in the clouds; the light&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the tunnel.  It is often discovered in&lt;br /&gt;unexpected places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope can be learned and practice.  Certain attitudes&lt;br /&gt;support it. One is patience, an ability to tolerate delays,&lt;br /&gt;a willingness to let events unfold in their own time.&lt;br /&gt;Another is courage, an attitude of confidence even&lt;br /&gt;when facing the unknown.  And third is persistence,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;determination to&lt;/span&gt; keep going no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is the basic ingredient of optimism, a tendency to&lt;br /&gt;dwell on the best possibilities.  It is a frequent companion&lt;br /&gt;of another spiritual practice - enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never despair. Never!&lt;br /&gt;It is forbidden to give up hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is the scaffolding of our existence.  Hope is&lt;br /&gt;a reassertion of our belief in the meaning of human life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4112024509303305913?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4112024509303305913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4112024509303305913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4112024509303305913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4112024509303305913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/hope-hope-is-positive-and-potent.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-7322738217627064879</id><published>2007-10-27T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:14:36.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger in its time and place&lt;br /&gt;May assume a kind of grace.&lt;br /&gt;It must have some reason in it,&lt;br /&gt;And not last beyond a minute.&lt;br /&gt;If to further lengths it go,&lt;br /&gt;It does into malice grow.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; the difference that we see&lt;br /&gt;'Twixt the serpent and the bee.&lt;br /&gt;If the latter you provoke,&lt;br /&gt;It inflicts a hasty stroke,&lt;br /&gt;Puts you into some little pain,&lt;br /&gt;But it never stings again.&lt;br /&gt;Close in tufted bush or brake&lt;br /&gt;Lurks the poison-swelled snake&lt;br /&gt;Nursing up his cherished wrath;&lt;br /&gt;In the purlieus of his path,&lt;br /&gt;In the cold, or in the warm,&lt;br /&gt;Mean him good, or mean him harm,&lt;br /&gt;Wheresoever fate may bring you,&lt;br /&gt;The vile snake will always sting you.&lt;br /&gt;(Charles &amp;amp; Mary Lamb)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-7322738217627064879?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/7322738217627064879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=7322738217627064879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7322738217627064879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7322738217627064879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/anger-anger-in-its-time-and-place-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8016220872875544137</id><published>2007-10-27T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:07:11.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Everything There is a Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything there is a season,&lt;br /&gt;and a time for every purpose&lt;br /&gt;under the heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to be born, a time to die;&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up&lt;br /&gt;that which is planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;br /&gt;A time to break down, a time to build up;&lt;br /&gt;A time to weep, a time to laugh;&lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;br /&gt;A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather&lt;br /&gt;stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to&lt;br /&gt;refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time to get, and a time to lose;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, and a time to cast away;&lt;br /&gt;A time to rend, and a time to sew;&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;br /&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate;&lt;br /&gt;A time of war, and a time of peace.&lt;br /&gt;(Ecclesiates)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8016220872875544137?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8016220872875544137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8016220872875544137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8016220872875544137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8016220872875544137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-everything-there-is-season-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-4738014993084681285</id><published>2007-10-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:52:03.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RAISING OUR STANDARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising standards often has something to do with&lt;br /&gt;changing one's attitudes.  Life has taught us that&lt;br /&gt;there are situations and circumstances we cannot&lt;br /&gt;control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are people who would not be persuaded&lt;br /&gt;to change. But there is something we can control&lt;br /&gt;and change, that is the way we respond to certain&lt;br /&gt;situations or persons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4738014993084681285?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4738014993084681285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4738014993084681285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4738014993084681285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4738014993084681285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/raising-our-standards-raising-standards.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-6810232873934841590</id><published>2007-10-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:45:45.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is light in the soul&lt;br /&gt;there will be beauty in the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is beauty in the person&lt;br /&gt;there will be harmony in the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is harmony in the home&lt;br /&gt;there will be order in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is order in the nation&lt;br /&gt;there will be peace in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-6810232873934841590?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/6810232873934841590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=6810232873934841590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6810232873934841590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6810232873934841590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/self-if-there-is-light-in-soul-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8576188708739090199</id><published>2007-10-25T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T14:31:00.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed is God who gives us attention as a tool for discovery&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;and caring&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention is known as mindfulness, concentration, recollection. We must&lt;br /&gt;stay alert, otherwise, miss a critical elements of spiritual life - moments of grace,&lt;br /&gt;opportunities for gratitude, evidence of our connections to others,&lt;br /&gt;signs of the presence of the Spirit. Attention leads us to awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Train yourself to notice details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be awake is to be alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; of one's life depends on the quality of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that those things that get attention flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention is a necessary ingredient for a meaningful marriage&lt;br /&gt;and for work that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying attention enriches your understanding of a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;an event, or the natural world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual literacy relies upon the practice of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we pay attention to details, what we knew to be real&lt;br /&gt;takes on greater meaning and depth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8576188708739090199?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8576188708739090199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8576188708739090199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8576188708739090199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8576188708739090199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/attention-blessed-is-god-who-gives-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-6992455058653303516</id><published>2007-10-25T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T14:16:18.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEAUTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is both a path you travel and what surrounds you on the path.&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;splendor&lt;/span&gt; of the Creation, we see its outer forms.&lt;br /&gt;In morality and benevolence, we recognize its inner expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is everywhere just waiting for you to notice it.&lt;br /&gt;Make your actions reflections of the beauty all around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is startling, stimulating and soothing.&lt;br /&gt;Its cultivation produces pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;for beauty is God's handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty saves. Beauty heals. Beauty motivates. Beauty unites.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty returns us to our origins, and here lies the ultimate act&lt;br /&gt;of saving, of healing, of overcoming dualism. Beauty allows us&lt;br /&gt;to forget the pain and dwell on the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the beauty within us that makes it possible for us&lt;br /&gt;to recognize the beauty around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful person is one whose inner brilliance permeates his&lt;br /&gt;or her entire being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-6992455058653303516?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/6992455058653303516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=6992455058653303516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6992455058653303516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6992455058653303516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/beauty-beauty-is-both-path-you-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-700380760442146648</id><published>2007-10-20T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:13:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CENTERING PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centering Prayer is for those who want more - infinitely more.&lt;br /&gt;It is for those who dare to believe that they are made to be&lt;br /&gt;intimate with God.  It is for those who truly love themselves,&lt;br /&gt;love themselves enough to put first thing s first: to give God&lt;br /&gt;his time, to give themselves this time in God, so that they can&lt;br /&gt;give to others quality time that is love and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three kinds of contemplation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Direct,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which penetrates  immediately into the depths of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oblique&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which reaches the Divine through the contemplation of&lt;br /&gt;creation within which God hides and through which God can reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Godself&lt;/span&gt;. And finally, there is &lt;strong&gt;Circular&lt;/strong&gt;, which circles around the object&lt;br /&gt;and see it from many different angles, gradually being drawn into&lt;br /&gt;the fullness of its reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this life's journey, we are all buffeted by many cares and concerns.&lt;br /&gt;Days get very full. Prayer can so easily get squeezed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to be motivated to keep coming back, even when God seems&lt;br /&gt;remarkable by absence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-700380760442146648?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/700380760442146648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=700380760442146648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/700380760442146648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/700380760442146648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/centering-prayer-centering-prayer-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-1275507486678626139</id><published>2007-10-20T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:03:42.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LESSONS OF LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared being alone&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned to like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared failure until I realized&lt;br /&gt;That I only fail when I don't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared success until I realized&lt;br /&gt;That I has to try in order&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared people's opinions&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned that people&lt;br /&gt;would have opinions&lt;br /&gt;about me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared rejection&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned to&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared pain&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned that&lt;br /&gt;It's necessary for growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the truth&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw the ugliness in lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared life&lt;br /&gt;Until I experienced its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that&lt;br /&gt;I have the power to change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared hate&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw that&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing more than ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared love&lt;br /&gt;Until it touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;Making the darkness fade&lt;br /&gt;into endless sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared ridicule&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned&lt;br /&gt;How to laugh at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared growing old&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that&lt;br /&gt;I gained wisdom everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the future&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that&lt;br /&gt;Life just kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the past&lt;br /&gt;Until I realized that&lt;br /&gt;It could not longer hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the dark&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw the beauty&lt;br /&gt;of the starlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared the light&lt;br /&gt;Until I learned that&lt;br /&gt;The turn would give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared change&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw that&lt;br /&gt;Even the most beautiful butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Had to undergo a metamorphosis&lt;br /&gt;before it could fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-1275507486678626139?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/1275507486678626139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=1275507486678626139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1275507486678626139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/1275507486678626139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/lessons-of-life-i-feared-being-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8069528330207803693</id><published>2007-10-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:30:13.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO FEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must get over our fear of people&lt;br /&gt;who are smarter, more talented, or&lt;br /&gt;more experienced than we are and&lt;br /&gt;learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to make decisions that&lt;br /&gt;you will not regret, you must talk&lt;br /&gt;to competent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need counsellors to challenge you&lt;br /&gt;so that you can grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the bullet to go higher&lt;br /&gt;you must adjust the sights of your gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those who are willing to be stretched&lt;br /&gt;beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; toward the extraordinary,&lt;br /&gt;achieve their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait for things to happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;You must make things happen for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8069528330207803693?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8069528330207803693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8069528330207803693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8069528330207803693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8069528330207803693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-fear-we-must-get-over-our-fear-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-3829444075425456287</id><published>2007-10-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:21:32.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE LORD'S MIRACLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's miracles do not descend in a puff of smoke&lt;br /&gt;with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drumroll&lt;/span&gt;. No, instead He fulfills his commitment&lt;br /&gt;by using his people to further His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a plan, there is no target to aim for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planners take careful aim and are rewarded&lt;br /&gt;by piercing the heart of the quarry.  They strike&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bullseye&lt;/span&gt; because they keep their eyes on&lt;br /&gt;the prize and plan diligently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is believing that we will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;We need to act on our plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-3829444075425456287?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/3829444075425456287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=3829444075425456287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3829444075425456287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3829444075425456287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/lords-miracles-lords-miracles-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-5740426009128697738</id><published>2007-10-19T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T05:17:50.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger is our natural protective armor.&lt;br /&gt;It serves us well.  It tell the rest of the&lt;br /&gt;world that a boundary has been violated.&lt;br /&gt;Our society would have us swallow it,&lt;br /&gt;and many of us do.  Those who do, die of&lt;br /&gt;diseases like cancer, heart attack, strokes&lt;br /&gt;and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger does not simply go away if we deny&lt;br /&gt;it.  It finds a place to reside, either in our&lt;br /&gt;behavior or in our bodies, or both.&lt;br /&gt;The longer we cap it off, and seal it from&lt;br /&gt;the outside world, the more it festers&lt;br /&gt;and grows within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-5740426009128697738?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/5740426009128697738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=5740426009128697738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/5740426009128697738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/5740426009128697738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/anger-anger-is-our-natural-protective.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-4566020132821290122</id><published>2007-10-19T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T05:10:33.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEMPTATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I was near the beehives, and some of the bees flew onto my face.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to raise my hand, and brush them off.  "No," said the peasant&lt;br /&gt;to me, "do not be afraid, and do not touch them. They will not sting you&lt;br /&gt;at all, if you touch them they will bite you."  I trusted him; not one bit me.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, do not fear these temptations.  Do not touch them, they will not&lt;br /&gt;hurt you.  Pass on and do not occupy yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;(St Francis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Sales)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4566020132821290122?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4566020132821290122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4566020132821290122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4566020132821290122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4566020132821290122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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humble.&lt;br /&gt;Success makes you eager.&lt;br /&gt;And Praying keeps you going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4639856329787010738?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4639856329787010738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4639856329787010738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4639856329787010738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4639856329787010738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wish-i-knew-happiness-keeps-you-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-108304208729349529</id><published>2007-10-18T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:12:27.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a door,  Open it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bridge,  Cross it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty,  Do it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is great,  Experience it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is sweet,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, Savor it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-108304208729349529?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/108304208729349529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=108304208729349529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/108304208729349529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/108304208729349529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-life-is-door-open-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-4174670113293551548</id><published>2007-10-18T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:56:21.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU PRAYED FOR ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did not know my need,&lt;br /&gt;Or that my heart was sore indeed,&lt;br /&gt;Or that I had a fear I could not quell.&lt;br /&gt;You sensed that with me all was not&lt;br /&gt;quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so - you prayed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My path had seemed so black,&lt;br /&gt;and yet I know there was no&lt;br /&gt;turning back,&lt;br /&gt;Then in my loneliness I felt God near,&lt;br /&gt;And down the long dark road&lt;br /&gt;a light showed clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because - you prayed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as your prayer, like incense&lt;br /&gt;sweet did soar,&lt;br /&gt;God did in love, on me, a blessing pour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day - your prayed for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4174670113293551548?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4174670113293551548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4174670113293551548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4174670113293551548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4174670113293551548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-prayed-for-me-you-did-not-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8061582987690725745</id><published>2007-10-18T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:48:55.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INFLUENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a smile to someone passing;&lt;br /&gt;Thereby make his morning glad.&lt;br /&gt;It may greet you in the evening&lt;br /&gt;When your own heart may be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a deed of simple kindness,&lt;br /&gt;Though its end you may not see.&lt;br /&gt;It may reach, like widening ripples,&lt;br /&gt;Down a long eternity.&lt;br /&gt;(Joseph Norris)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8061582987690725745?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8061582987690725745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8061582987690725745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8061582987690725745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8061582987690725745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/influence-give-smile-to-someone-passing.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8755984196585266429</id><published>2007-10-18T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:43:41.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the money you are making,&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the clothes you wear;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the skill of your good right hand&lt;br /&gt;That makes folks really care.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; on your face&lt;br /&gt;And the light of your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And the burdens that you bear;&lt;br /&gt;It's how do you live, and neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;It's how do you work and play,&lt;br /&gt;And it's how do you say,&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning!"&lt;br /&gt;To the people along the way;&lt;br /&gt;And it's how do you face your troubles&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the skies are gray.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Byrne&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8755984196585266429?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8755984196585266429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8755984196585266429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8755984196585266429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8755984196585266429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-it-isnt-money-you-are-making-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-2481609045234000616</id><published>2007-10-18T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:35:19.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love very much is to love inadequately;&lt;br /&gt;We love - that is all! Love can be modified&lt;br /&gt;without being nullified.  Love is a short&lt;br /&gt;word but it contains everything.  Love&lt;br /&gt;means the body, the soul, the life,&lt;br /&gt;the entire being.  We feel love as&lt;br /&gt;we feel the warmth of our blood,&lt;br /&gt;we breathe love as we breathe&lt;br /&gt;the air, we hold it in ourselves&lt;br /&gt;as we hold our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more exists for us.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not a word; it is wordless&lt;br /&gt;state indicated by four letters...&lt;br /&gt;(Guy De Maupassant)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-2481609045234000616?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/2481609045234000616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=2481609045234000616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/2481609045234000616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/2481609045234000616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-to-love-very-much-is-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-7086394598235189874</id><published>2007-10-18T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:27:18.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PROFIT AND LOSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted dollars while&lt;br /&gt;God counted crosses;&lt;br /&gt;I counted gains while&lt;br /&gt;He counted losses!&lt;br /&gt;I counted my worth&lt;br /&gt;by the things gained&lt;br /&gt;in store.&lt;br /&gt;But He sized me up&lt;br /&gt;by the scars that I bore;&lt;br /&gt;I coveted honors and sought&lt;br /&gt;for degrees;  He wept as&lt;br /&gt;He counted the hours on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew till one day&lt;br /&gt;by a grave How vain are the things&lt;br /&gt;that we spend life we save.&lt;br /&gt;I did not yet know until Jim went above&lt;br /&gt;that riches is he who is rich in God's love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-7086394598235189874?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/7086394598235189874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=7086394598235189874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7086394598235189874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7086394598235189874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/profit-and-loss-i-counted-dollars-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-640103525219430493</id><published>2007-10-18T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:15:14.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends are like the sturdy oaks that rustle in the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when summer suns are  gone ...  Like the boughs of spicy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;evergreens pressed against our lives to shelter from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the wintry blast ...  Friends are like low blooming flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that break at spring to light our path ... Like the perfumed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;roses dropping petals of happiness around our door ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends are like green mosses clinging close to running brooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... Like the flowing streams spreading their moisture along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the fields and asking no reward or pay ... Friends are like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the shady nooks giving sweet release at evening's hush ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like the broad expanse of softest green and copper bronze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to delight the eye ... Friends are like the gentle whisperings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of a love divine ... Forgiving and forgetting without a tinge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;of blame.  (Bertha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keiningham&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-640103525219430493?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/640103525219430493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=640103525219430493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/640103525219430493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/640103525219430493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends-friends-are-like-sturdy-oaks.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-3287792682456148907</id><published>2007-10-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:41:48.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is not merely praying&lt;br /&gt;Upon your knees at night.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is not merely straying&lt;br /&gt;Through darkness to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is not merely waiting&lt;br /&gt;For glory that may be&lt;br /&gt;Faith is not merely hating&lt;br /&gt;The sinful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ecstacy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is the brave endeavor,&lt;br /&gt;The splendid enterprise&lt;br /&gt;The strength to serve,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever conditions may arise.&lt;br /&gt;(S E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kiser&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-3287792682456148907?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/3287792682456148907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=3287792682456148907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3287792682456148907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3287792682456148907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/faith-faith-is-not-merely-praying-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-6014861554743494806</id><published>2007-10-18T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:35:59.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIFTS THAT ENDURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Gifts of Praise&lt;/strong&gt; - appropriate mention -&lt;br /&gt;right in front of the other fellow - of&lt;br /&gt;superior qualities or of jobs or deeds well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Gifts of Consideration&lt;/strong&gt; - putting yourself&lt;br /&gt;in the other fellow's shoes, thus proving your&lt;br /&gt;genuine understanding of his side of the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Gifts of Gratitude&lt;/strong&gt; -never forgetting to say&lt;br /&gt;"Thank You"  -  and never failing to mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Gift of Inspiration&lt;/strong&gt; - plant seeds of courage&lt;br /&gt;and action in the other fellow's heart. Help him&lt;br /&gt;to strive for greater accomplishment and lasting&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-6014861554743494806?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/6014861554743494806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=6014861554743494806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6014861554743494806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/6014861554743494806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/gifts-that-endure-gifts-of-praise.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-2399691912952397455</id><published>2007-10-17T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:36:51.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE HAPPY MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat,&lt;br /&gt;writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double dahlias in his&lt;br /&gt;garden, or looking for a dinosaur eggs in the Gobi desert. He will not&lt;br /&gt;be searching for happiness as if it were a collar button that has rolled&lt;br /&gt;under the radiator. He will not be striving for it as if it were a goal in&lt;br /&gt;itself, nor will he be seeking for it among the nebulous wastes&lt;br /&gt;of metaphysics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find happiness we must seek for it in a focus outside ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;[W. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beran&lt;/span&gt; Wolfe]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-2399691912952397455?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/2399691912952397455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=2399691912952397455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/2399691912952397455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/2399691912952397455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-man-if-you-observe-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-3282936513672761751</id><published>2007-10-17T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:48:50.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAST NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my little boy confessed to me&lt;br /&gt;some childish wrong;&lt;br /&gt;And kneeling at my knee&lt;br /&gt;He prayed with tears:&lt;br /&gt;"Dear God, make me a man,&lt;br /&gt;Like Daddy - wise and strong;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while he slept&lt;br /&gt;I knelt beside his bed,&lt;br /&gt;Confessed my sins,&lt;br /&gt;And prayed with a low-bowed head:&lt;br /&gt;"O God, make me a child,&lt;br /&gt;Like my child here -&lt;br /&gt;Pure, guileless,&lt;br /&gt;Trusting Thee with faith sincere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-3282936513672761751?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/3282936513672761751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=3282936513672761751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3282936513672761751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/3282936513672761751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-night-last-night-my-little-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-7619026849889670367</id><published>2007-10-17T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:42:20.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A MOMENT IN THE MORNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment in the morning ere the cares&lt;br /&gt;of the day begin.&lt;br /&gt;Ere the heart's wide door is open for&lt;br /&gt;the world to enter in.Oh then alone with Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;in silence of the morn.&lt;br /&gt;In heavenly sweet communion let your&lt;br /&gt;happy day be born;&lt;br /&gt;In the quietude that blesses with&lt;br /&gt;a prelude of repose.&lt;br /&gt;Let your soul be soothed and softened as&lt;br /&gt;the dew revives the rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-7619026849889670367?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/7619026849889670367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=7619026849889670367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7619026849889670367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/7619026849889670367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/moment-in-morning-moment-in-morning-ere.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8821194295730544241</id><published>2007-10-17T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:53:13.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOUSE AND HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can build an altar, it requires God&lt;br /&gt;to provide the flame.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can build a house; we need the Lord&lt;br /&gt;for the creation of a home.&lt;br /&gt;A house is an agglomeration of brick and&lt;br /&gt;stones, with an assorted collection of&lt;br /&gt;manufactured goods; a home is the abiding-place&lt;br /&gt;of ardent affection, of fervent hope, of genial trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is many a homeless man who lives in&lt;br /&gt;a richly furnished house.  There is many&lt;br /&gt;a fifteen-pound house in a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;which is an illuminated and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;  home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sumptuously furnished house may only&lt;br /&gt;be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exquisitely&lt;/span&gt; sculptured tomb;&lt;br /&gt;the scantily furnished house may be&lt;br /&gt;the very hearthstone of the Eternal God.&lt;br /&gt;[John Henry Jowett]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8821194295730544241?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8821194295730544241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8821194295730544241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8821194295730544241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8821194295730544241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/house-and-home-anyone-can-build-altar.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-285588537693012770</id><published>2007-10-17T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T05:52:47.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk with God&lt;br /&gt;No breath is lost&lt;br /&gt;Talk on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk with God&lt;br /&gt;No strength is lost&lt;br /&gt;Walk on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wait on God&lt;br /&gt;No time is lost&lt;br /&gt;Wait on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-285588537693012770?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/285588537693012770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=285588537693012770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/285588537693012770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/285588537693012770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/prayer-to-talk-with-god-no-breath-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-789843708991977394</id><published>2007-10-17T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T05:48:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONEY CAN BUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bed, but not sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Books, but not brains,&lt;br /&gt;Food, but not appetite,&lt;br /&gt;Finery, but not beauty,&lt;br /&gt;A house, but not a home,&lt;br /&gt;Medicine, but not health,&lt;br /&gt;Luxuries, but not culture,&lt;br /&gt;Amusement, but not happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Companions, but not friends,&lt;br /&gt;Flattery, but not respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-789843708991977394?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/789843708991977394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=789843708991977394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/789843708991977394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/789843708991977394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/money-can-buy-bed-but-not-sleep-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-8859844421451447249</id><published>2007-10-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:33:30.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENCOURAGEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement is a gift, but rarely given.&lt;br /&gt;It is valuable. It gives so much meaning&lt;br /&gt;to the recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's free. Encouraging someone requires&lt;br /&gt;absolutely no cash outlay. It costs time,&lt;br /&gt;creativity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will last a lifetime. A little word can&lt;br /&gt;make a big difference, and the results&lt;br /&gt;can be life-changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be stingy with encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;Give it very often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-8859844421451447249?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/8859844421451447249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=8859844421451447249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8859844421451447249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/8859844421451447249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/encouragement-encouragement-is-gift-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479888280210293730.post-4984351358361956689</id><published>2007-10-16T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:43:40.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT MAKES A HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a mansion&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere this world about,&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a palace&lt;br /&gt;richly furnish it throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a mansion&lt;br /&gt;Or a tiny cottage fair,&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the hollowed place&lt;br /&gt;called "Home"&lt;br /&gt;'Til mother's dwelling there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a mansion&lt;br /&gt;With a high and spacious dome,&lt;br /&gt;But no man in this world can build&lt;br /&gt;That precious thing called, "Home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can build a mansion&lt;br /&gt;Carting treasures o'er the foam,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a man can build the building&lt;br /&gt;But a woman makes it "Home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479888280210293730-4984351358361956689?l=franz10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/feeds/4984351358361956689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479888280210293730&amp;postID=4984351358361956689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4984351358361956689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479888280210293730/posts/default/4984351358361956689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franz10.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-makes-home-man-can-build-mansion.html' title=''/><author><name>Franz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04832511193624865941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bdRISnc-5hw/SKcCjkOPeFI/AAAAAAAAANs/INbWWtSR4lE/S220/My+Memoir+012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
