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Time -- precious time.

"I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world." John 9:4-5

Today was quite relaxing.  There's a certain benefit to having your computer quarantined.  I was able to finish getting my laptop set back up and ready to write tonight, and put on my annointed Friday attire (the Hawaiian shirt, of course).  I must admit I failed this morning to properly devote time to read my Bible and pray as planned.  I did however manage to spend a just a minute or two asking God's forgiveness for my forgetfullness and asking in advance for forgiveness for any stupid choices I might make.  Tonight, I did read and I will pray again before I pillow my head -- I found this today, blending in nicely with the revival meeting earlier this week: 

"Enter not into the path of the wicked, and go not in the way of evil men  Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away" Proverbs 4:14-1

Hal Hightower preached earlier this week on avoiding sin and gave some helpful advice.  First of all, God will always make a way to escape.  Sometimes, the way has already been made.  Other times, the way is being made and God is just about to show you where it is.  One way to help avoid sin is to simply remember the act of love that covered your sin on the cross.  Right before you think the thought, click the mouse or wander into one of the devil's traps, simply remember the crown of thorns beaten onto Christ's head; the mockery and blasphemy of His name; the whips and weapons used to scar His body; the blood that flowed from His hands and feet; and the spear thrust into His side.  Just think -- and escape.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

"When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" - Issac Watts