<?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-3165973302120690920</id><updated>2012-02-03T03:51:06.695+02:00</updated><category term='daily life'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='computer'/><title type='text'>onthespiceroute</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-1258888487371839701</id><published>2008-06-29T08:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:26:46.111+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-runner dies while not running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rodale.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/26/ambulance_sillo_2.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=425,height=282,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ambulance_sillo_2" title="Ambulance_sillo_2" src="http://dailyviews.runnersworld.com/images/2008/06/26/ambulance_sillo_2.jpg" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" width="200" border="0" height="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Mississippi man died yesterday while not running in a local marathon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Les Actiff, 43, of Jackson, Miss., collapsed while watching television in his Hattiesburg home. Attempts to revive him failed, and paramedics pronounced him dead at the scene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He was still clutching a bucket of fried chicken.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Like 25% of the U.S. population, Actiff was obese. Federal statistics show that nearly a third of U.S. adults 20 years and older are obese; about two-thirds are overweight. Actiff had been a non-runner for more than 20 years, according to his family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Family members were stunned.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I don't get it," said his wife, Bess. "He didn't run all his life. He was always so inactive. And now, this. You just never know, I guess."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"At least he died doing what he loved," she added. "Not running."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spectators gathered outside Actiff's home were similarly shocked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I'll never not run," said one woman. "It's too dangerous."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A large man on a scooter, out walking his dog, was more fatalistic: "If you can avoid doing a single positive thing for your health your whole life, just sit around like a lump and eat poorly and then &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; drop dead... Well, I just don't know. I guess when it's your time, it's your time."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Actiff appears to have died from atherosclerotic heart disease, according to Lamar County Coroner Paul Caste.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A memorial service is planned for Saturday, at the Pizza Hut off of I-59.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;a href="http://dailyviews.runnersworld.com/2008/06/non-runner-dies.html?cm_re=HP-_-RW_Daily-_-Non-Runner%20Dies%20While%20Not%20Running"&gt;http://dailyviews.runnersworld.com/2008/06/non-runner-dies.html?cm_re=HP-_-RW_Daily-_-Non-Runner%20Dies%20While%20Not%20Running&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-1258888487371839701?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1258888487371839701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=1258888487371839701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/1258888487371839701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/1258888487371839701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2008/06/non-runner-dies-while-not-running.html' title='Non-runner dies while not running'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-203725954185751371</id><published>2007-12-24T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:48:40.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/R29t1Q7ouFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-K3OR5_Hp5o/s1600-h/Rudolph%27s+Jewish+cousin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/R29t1Q7ouFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-K3OR5_Hp5o/s320/Rudolph%27s+Jewish+cousin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147453660953360466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from old, from ancient times."  Micah 5:2 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I received the above picture in an email yesterday, titled Rudolf's Jewish cousin.  While it made me smile, it also made me think.  In Israel, it is ok for Christians to celebrate Christmas, display Christmas trees, visit Bethlehem on Christmas eve, and on and on.  It is ok, that is, as long as you are a Christian and don't claim to be Jewish or try to tie Christianity to its Jewish roots, or claim that the Savior in the manger was born to a Jewish family in the land of the Jews, or that he is the Messiah for everyone, including the Jews.  My Jewish friends long for a Messiah- just not the Christians' Messiah.  Let's not throw the baby out with the bathwater.  Jesus came to the Jews first.  It was Jesus who longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings.  It was he who came, God incarnate, to bring salvation to all mankind, to the Jews first and then to the Gentiles.  Just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up so that everyone who believes in him may have eternal life.  Christmas was God's gift to man as a peace offering to redeem man to Himself.  May you experience the peace and joy of Christmas in your hearts by receiving God's gift to you-Yeshua, the savior of the world!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-203725954185751371?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/203725954185751371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=203725954185751371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/203725954185751371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/203725954185751371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/R29t1Q7ouFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-K3OR5_Hp5o/s72-c/Rudolph%27s+Jewish+cousin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-8795169682703857620</id><published>2007-12-14T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:36:25.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...a little Child, God before the ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hough we aren't deluged with the "Christmas spirit" in this part of the world (the middle East), I'm sure that you would agree that after hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Little Drummer Boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on the radio for the thousandth time or every comtemporary artist wax hollow on their Christmas album, one often longs for something fresh.  Sometimes that "something fresh" comes from something very ancient.  Below is a poem that I came across this week from a sixth century Byzantine hymnographer, Romanos, written in Greek.  The English translation follows.  Most of the poem is a dialogue between the virgin Mary and the magi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. Romanos the Melodist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kontakion on the Nativity of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From St. Romanos the Melodist, On the Life of Christ: Kontakia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Archimandrite Ephrem Lash, tr.: Harper, San Francisco, 1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the Nativity of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prelude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Virgin gives birth to him who is above all being,&lt;br /&gt;and the earth offers a cave to him whom no one can approach.&lt;br /&gt;Angels with shepherds give glory,&lt;br /&gt;and magi journey with a star,&lt;br /&gt;for to us there has been born&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Bethlehem has opened Eden, come, let us see;&lt;br /&gt;we have found delight in secret, come, let us receive&lt;br /&gt;the joys of Paradise within the cave.&lt;br /&gt;There the unwatered root whose blossom is forgiveness has appeared.&lt;br /&gt;There has been found the undug well&lt;br /&gt;from which David once longed to drink.&lt;br /&gt;There a virgin has borne a babe&lt;br /&gt;and has quenched at once Adam’s and David’s thirst.&lt;br /&gt;For this, let us hasten to this place where there has been born&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;The mother’s Father has willingly become her Son,&lt;br /&gt;the infants’ saviour is laid as an infant in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;As she who bore him contemplates him, she says,&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me, my Child, how were you sown, or how were you planted in me?&lt;br /&gt;I see you, my flesh and blood, and I am amazed,&lt;br /&gt;because I give suck and yet I am not married.&lt;br /&gt;And though I see you in swaddling clothes,&lt;br /&gt;I know that the flower of my virginity is sealed,&lt;br /&gt;for you preserved it when, in your good pleasure, you were born&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;“High King, what have you to do with beggars?&lt;br /&gt;Maker of heaven, why have you come to those born of earth?&lt;br /&gt;Did you love a cave or take pleasure in a manger?&lt;br /&gt;See, there is no place for your servant in the inn,&lt;br /&gt;I do not say a place, not even a cave,&lt;br /&gt;for that too belongs to another.&lt;br /&gt;To Sara, when she bore a child,&lt;br /&gt;a vast land was given as her lot. To me, not even a fox hole.&lt;br /&gt;I used the cavern where willingly you made your dwelling,&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;As she spoke such words in secret&lt;br /&gt;and entreated the One who knows what is hidden,&lt;br /&gt;she heard the magi seeking the babe.&lt;br /&gt;At once, the Maiden cried to them, “Who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;They answered her, “And you, who are you,&lt;br /&gt;that you have borne such a Child?&lt;br /&gt;Who is your father, who is she who bore you,&lt;br /&gt;that you have become mother and nurse of a son without father?&lt;br /&gt;On seeing his star we understood that there had appeared&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;“For Balaam laid before us precisely&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of the words he spoke in prophecy,&lt;br /&gt;when he said that a Star would dawn,&lt;br /&gt;a Star that quenches all prophecies and auguries;&lt;br /&gt;a Star that resolves the parables of the wise,&lt;br /&gt;and their sayings and their riddles,&lt;br /&gt;a Star far more brilliant than the star&lt;br /&gt;which has appeared, for he is the maker of all the stars,&lt;br /&gt;of whom it was written of old, ‘From Jacob, there dawns&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;When Mary heard these amazing words,&lt;br /&gt;she bowed low and worshipped the offspring of her womb&lt;br /&gt;and with tears, she said, “Great, my Child,&lt;br /&gt;great is all that you have done for me in my poverty;&lt;br /&gt;for see, magi are outside seeking you.&lt;br /&gt;The kings of the East&lt;br /&gt;seek your face,&lt;br /&gt;and the rich among your people beg to see you,&lt;br /&gt;for truly your people are those to whom you have been made known as&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;“So, since they are your people, my Child, bid them&lt;br /&gt;come under your roof, that they may see&lt;br /&gt;rich poverty, precious beggary.&lt;br /&gt;You I have as glory and pride, therefore I am not ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;You are the grace and beauty&lt;br /&gt;of my dwelling and of me. Nod and let them enter.&lt;br /&gt;My poverty does not worry me;&lt;br /&gt;I hold you as a treasure that the kings have come to see,&lt;br /&gt;for kings and magi know that you have appeared&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Jesus the Christ and truly our God&lt;br /&gt;secretly touched his mother’s mind&lt;br /&gt;saying, “Bring in those I have brought by my word,&lt;br /&gt;for it is my word which shone on those who were seeking me.&lt;br /&gt;To the senses it is a star,&lt;br /&gt;but to the mind a power.&lt;br /&gt;It accompanied the magi as my minister,&lt;br /&gt;and still stands fulfilling its service&lt;br /&gt;and showing with its rays the place where there has been born&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore now receive, holy Lady— receive those who have received me,&lt;br /&gt;for I am in them as I am in your arms;&lt;br /&gt;I did not leave you and yet I came with them.”&lt;br /&gt;She opens the door and receives the company of the magi.&lt;br /&gt;She opens the door— she, the unopened&lt;br /&gt;gate through which Christ alone has passed.&lt;br /&gt;She opens the door— she who was opened&lt;br /&gt;and yet in no way robbed of the treasure of her purity.&lt;br /&gt;She opened the door, she from whom was born the door,&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;The magi at once hastened into the room&lt;br /&gt;and, seeing Christ, they trembled as they saw&lt;br /&gt;his mother and her betrothed.&lt;br /&gt;And in fear they said, “This is a son without ancestry.&lt;br /&gt;And how is it, 0 Virgin, that at this moment we see&lt;br /&gt;your betrothed within your house?&lt;br /&gt;Was your conceiving blameless?&lt;br /&gt;Will people not find fault at Joseph’s living with you?&lt;br /&gt;You have a multitude of jealous people enquiring where there has been born&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;“I will tell you”, Mary said to the magi,&lt;br /&gt;“why I keep Joseph in my house:&lt;br /&gt;to refute all those who slander me.&lt;br /&gt;He will tell what he has heard about my Child.&lt;br /&gt;For in his sleep he saw a holy angel&lt;br /&gt;who told him how I had conceived.&lt;br /&gt;In the night a fiery vision told&lt;br /&gt;That is why Joseph is with me, to show that there is&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;“He proclaims clearly all he has heard.&lt;br /&gt;He declares openly all that he has seen&lt;br /&gt;in heaven and on earth:&lt;br /&gt;the story of the shepherds, how beings of fire sang praises with ones of clay,&lt;br /&gt;that of you, magi, how a star hastened before you,&lt;br /&gt;lighting your way and guiding you.&lt;br /&gt;And so, leaving aside all that you said before,&lt;br /&gt;now recount to us what has befallen you.&lt;br /&gt;Where have you come from, how did you understand that there had appeared&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;When the Shining One had spoken thus,&lt;br /&gt;the lamps of the East said to her,&lt;br /&gt;“Do you wish to learn from where we have come here?&lt;br /&gt;From the land of the Chaldaeans, where they do not say, ‘The Lord is God of&lt;br /&gt;gods.’&lt;br /&gt;From Babylon, where they do not know&lt;br /&gt;who is the maker of the things they reverence.&lt;br /&gt;From there it came, the spark from your Child,&lt;br /&gt;and raised us from the Persian fire;&lt;br /&gt;we have left an all-devouring fire and see a fire which brings dew:&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;“Everything is vanity of vanities.&lt;br /&gt;But there is none among us who thinks this,&lt;br /&gt;for some deceive while others are deceived.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Virgin, thanks be to your Offspring, through whom we have been&lt;br /&gt;freed,&lt;br /&gt;not only from deception but from hardship&lt;br /&gt;in all the countries through which we passed,&lt;br /&gt;of nations unknown, of tongues incomprehensible,&lt;br /&gt;as we wandered through the earth and searched it,&lt;br /&gt;with the lamp of the star seeking out where there had been born&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;“But while we still had this lamp&lt;br /&gt;we journeyed through all Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;fitly fulfilling the words of the prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;For we had heard that God had threatened to search her thoroughly,&lt;br /&gt;and with the lamp we wandered,&lt;br /&gt;wishing to find a great judgment.&lt;br /&gt;But it was not found, because her Ark&lt;br /&gt;had been taken away with all the good things It had held before.&lt;br /&gt;The things of old have passed away, for he has renewed all things&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;Mary, Scripture says, said to the faithful magi,&lt;br /&gt;“So, have you journeyed through all Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;that city which slays prophets?&lt;br /&gt;How did you pass unharmed through the city malevolent to all?&lt;br /&gt;How did you avoid Herod,&lt;br /&gt;who breathes out murder, not justice?”&lt;br /&gt;But they answered her, “Virgin,&lt;br /&gt;we did not avoid him, we mocked him.&lt;br /&gt;We met them all and asked where there had been born&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;When the Mother of God heard this from them,&lt;br /&gt;she said to them, “What did King Herod&lt;br /&gt;and the Pharisees ask you?”&lt;br /&gt;“First Herod, then, as you said, the leaders of your nation&lt;br /&gt;inquired of us exactly the time&lt;br /&gt;of this star which is now visible.&lt;br /&gt;And when they knew, as though they had not learned,&lt;br /&gt;they had no desire to see the one of whom they sought to learn&lt;br /&gt;because, for those who seek, there must be seen&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;“They thought us mad, the fools,&lt;br /&gt;and asked, ‘From where have you come and when?&lt;br /&gt;And how have you journeyed by unseen paths?’&lt;br /&gt;But we in turn asked them what they already knew,&lt;br /&gt;‘But how did you of old journey through&lt;br /&gt;the great desert which you crossed?&lt;br /&gt;He who guided those who came from Egypt&lt;br /&gt;himself now guides those who come to him from Chaldaea;&lt;br /&gt;then by a pillar of fire, now by the star which shows&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.’“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;“Everywhere the star traveled on ahead of us,&lt;br /&gt;just as Moses once carried a staff before you—&lt;br /&gt;a lamp shining with knowledge of God.&lt;br /&gt;Of old the manna nourished you, and a rock gave drink:&lt;br /&gt;as for us, hope of Him has made us full.&lt;br /&gt;Nourished on joy of Him&lt;br /&gt;we could not tarry in Persia;&lt;br /&gt;we took in mind to travel the trackless road&lt;br /&gt;desiring to see, to worship, and to glorify&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.’“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;These things were spoken by the unerring magi,&lt;br /&gt;and they were all sealed by the holy Virgin.&lt;br /&gt;And what both had said was confirmed by the infant;&lt;br /&gt;he left her womb unsullied after childbirth,&lt;br /&gt;and showed their mind, like their steps,&lt;br /&gt;unwearied after their coming.&lt;br /&gt;For none of them had undergone toil,&lt;br /&gt;as Avvakoum had not been wearied when he came to Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;For he who appeared to the prophets was the same who appeared to the magi,&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;When they had told all their story,&lt;br /&gt;the magi took the gifts in their hands and worshipped&lt;br /&gt;the Gift of gifts, the Myrrh of myrrh.&lt;br /&gt;They brought Christ gold and myrrh and then incense&lt;br /&gt;and cried, “Accept our triple gift,&lt;br /&gt;as you do the Thrice Holy Hymn of the seraphim.&lt;br /&gt;Do not reject them like those of Cain,&lt;br /&gt;but embrace them like Abel’s offering,&lt;br /&gt;through her who gave you birth, and through whom you have been born for us,&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;When the blameless Virgin saw the magi bringing&lt;br /&gt;new and radiant gifts and worshipping,&lt;br /&gt;the star showing him, the shepherds praising him,&lt;br /&gt;she implored the Maker and Creator of all these, saying,&lt;br /&gt;“Accept, my Child, a trinity of gifts,&lt;br /&gt;grant her who gave you birth three requests.&lt;br /&gt;I pray to you for the seasons&lt;br /&gt;and for the fruits of the earth and for those who dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;Be reconciled to all, because through me you have been born&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;“For I am not simply your mother, compassionate Saviour;&lt;br /&gt;it is not in vain that I suckle the giver of milk,&lt;br /&gt;but for the sake of all I implore you.&lt;br /&gt;You have made me the mouth and the boast of all my race,&lt;br /&gt;and your world has me&lt;br /&gt;as a mighty protection, a wall and a buttress.&lt;br /&gt;They look to me, those who were cast out&lt;br /&gt;of the Paradise of pleasure, for I bring them back.&lt;br /&gt;May all things understand that, through me, you have been born&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;“Save the world, O Saviour. For this you have come.&lt;br /&gt;Set your whole universe aright. For this you have shone&lt;br /&gt;on me and on the magi and on all creation.&lt;br /&gt;For see, the magi, to whom you have shown the light of your face,&lt;br /&gt;fall down before you and offer gifts,&lt;br /&gt;useful, fair and eagerly sought.&lt;br /&gt;For I have need of them, since I am about&lt;br /&gt;to go to Egypt and to flee with you and for you,&lt;br /&gt;my Guide, my Son, my Maker, my Redeemer,&lt;br /&gt;a little Child, God before the ages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-8795169682703857620?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8795169682703857620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=8795169682703857620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/8795169682703857620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/8795169682703857620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/12/nativity-of-christ.html' title='...a little Child, God before the ages'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-2107318112263778456</id><published>2007-11-29T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:36:44.204+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tim Challies posted an article to his website, &lt;a href="http://challies.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Challies.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, that was written by his mother.  It is titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears at Thanksgiving.  &lt;/span&gt;It is a powerful reminder to guard the marriage with which you have been blessed.  Divorce has consequences that continue for generations.  Here is a reprint of the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I am continually amazed, then re-amazed, at the carnage of divorce. I see this in Heather, a beautiful and godly friend of my youngest daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Every holiday is a time of balancing all the family pushes and pulls for a child of divorce. No matter what uneasy solution a child arrives at, it does not satisfy everyone, and the child herself is ultimately blamed for causing unhappiness. In this case, ongoing pressure is placed on Heather to warmly embrace the woman who willingly displaced Mom when Dad decided to trade her in for a newer model several years ago. Mom was left bitter and potentially destitute—without even medical insurance; certainly no current skills with which to provide for herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad goes on to a life of increased wealth as he marries a young, childless woman immersed in the corporate world. Do you challenge Mom about her bitterness? When? How? Do you refuse to acknowledge Dad’s new acquisition as a relevant part of your life? When? How? And all this comes to a head at holiday time. You have to make specific choices that externalize your thinking on the matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Who will I eat Thanksgiving dinner with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas dinner?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I have prayed and agonized with Heather over these things. I generally encourage her to give her mother the best of every holiday—it may not be a bad thing for Dad to live with the consequences of his actions. Still, there is no truly satisfactory outcome in this situation. It is too broken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I came up against this again last weekend as I spoke on the phone with an old friend from Washington. She and her husband have both been divorced in the past. They experience holidays, of course, from the perspective of the parents. That is, with many tears. She said they both had been crying for days—crying for too many absent spots at the table, too many war wounds in their young. They are at the receiving end of the choices their kids make for holiday time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;I pray for you, my children, that you will all see with the eyes of eternity—that through the trials and tribulations of life—specifically marriage—you will never have the shade of a doubt that, from all eternity, God planned for you to be with the one you have pledged to be faithful to. Guard your hearts and never allow the slightest strain of, “Well, maybe”, or “What if”, to enter your minds. Your unconditional commitment to your marriage, based on a total conviction of God’s sovereignty in bringing you together, is its greatest strength!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-2107318112263778456?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2107318112263778456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=2107318112263778456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/2107318112263778456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/2107318112263778456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-2.html' title='Thanksgiving 2'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-4968667861907405428</id><published>2007-11-29T12:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:39:11.399+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus," &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1Thessalonians 5:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast week we celebrated our 3rd Thanksgiving in Israel.  There are many American expatriates that live here, so we invite as many as we can each year to share the evening with us.  This year, 19 people gathered in our apartment to enjoy turkey, cranberry sauce, cornbread dressing, pumpkin pie, sweet potatoes, well, you get the picture.  Since most Jewish holidays revolve around the Biblical feasts and Christmas is almost non-existent here, Thanksgiving is something just for us.  I know it sounds a bit selfish, but we also think it is important to keep some American traditions for the sake of our children.  Some of my most memorable childhood holidays were the Thanksgiving gatherings at my grandmother's house with cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e have so much to be thankful for, especially as believers, because the Lord has been so good to us.  Some of the things for which I am thankful:  my wife, my 3 children, my parents, my extended family, my friends (both in Israel and the States), my church, my health, a fulfilling life, the Bible, my personal relationship with God and with his son, Jesus Christ, e-mail, snail mail, Skype (so I can stay in touch by phone), education, language, my Midwest heritage, snow (especially since I don't have to drive in it here), the Cleveland Indians, the Browns, and the Cavaliers.  There is so much more.  What is it for which you are thankful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-4968667861907405428?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4968667861907405428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=4968667861907405428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4968667861907405428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4968667861907405428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-1860280409960785013</id><published>2007-11-19T07:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:02:58.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/R0EiXQKSlEI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QOYUn0i-QWE/s1600-h/Ryan%27s+college+trip+%2707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/R0EiXQKSlEI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QOYUn0i-QWE/s320/Ryan%27s+college+trip+%2707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134422833049539650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ryan returned from his two weeks in the States last Saturday (Nov. 10th).  He visited 8 colleges in 7 states during that time.  He saw his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;grandparents in Virginia, friends from high school at Cedarville University, and a childhood buddy in Michigan.  He enjoyed the all-American fare at Taco Bell, Krispy Kreme, Pizzeria Uno-you name it!  It was all so cheap compared to the prices over here.  If only the university prices were so cheap!  On the last day of the trip before returning, the group was treated to a Casting Crown's concert in the D.C. area.  Ryan is considering a pre-med major or a language major.  He is seen here with the other college prospects that were on the same trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tori celebrated her 14th birthday on the day Ryan returned.  Two days earlier, she treated her sister and two friends to an evening of bowling and food.  On the night of her birthday, we stayed at home, ordered pizza, opened birthday gifts, and dialogued with Ryan about his adventures.  He brought candy and gifts for both of the girls to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-1860280409960785013?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1860280409960785013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=1860280409960785013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/1860280409960785013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/1860280409960785013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/11/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/R0EiXQKSlEI/AAAAAAAAAVk/QOYUn0i-QWE/s72-c/Ryan%27s+college+trip+%2707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-7780230470687033714</id><published>2007-11-03T22:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:06:41.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virgin Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rom where did the Christian idea of the virgin birth come?  Matthew 1:23 says, "The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel..."  This is a quote of Isaiah 7:14.  The Hebrew word used in Isaiah is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almah &lt;/span&gt;which is understood as young woman in most places in the Old Testament.  In fact, there is a word in Hebrew for virgin. The word is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betulah.&lt;/span&gt;  Why didn't the writer of Isaiah use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betulah&lt;/span&gt; to avoid any Jewish-Christian conflict or misunderstanding of this verse?  My Jewish professor, this week, tried to explain how the Christians misinterpret Isaiah 7:14 for their own purpose to prove the Messiahship of Jesus.  The fact, according to my professor, is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almah&lt;/span&gt; was mistranslated in the Septuagint (the Greek translation of the Old Testatment) as virgin with the Greek word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parthenos.  &lt;/span&gt;This argument could hold water for my professor except for the fact that the Septuagint translation was written between 240 B.C. and the first century B.C. by 70 Jewish sages.  That is, before Christ or Christians, for that matter, were even on the scene.  There was no Jewish-Christian conflict yet.  The Septuagint translated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almah&lt;/span&gt; as virgin in other places, as well.  To imply that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; almah&lt;/span&gt; only means a young woman is to be a bit dishonest.  In fact, in Genesis 24:16, 43 the Hebrew words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; betulah&lt;/span&gt; are each used to refer to one person, Rebekah, the young virgin who was to be wed to Isaac.  The Greek translated both as virgin, which is not a misrepresentation of the usage by any means.  Is it possible that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almah&lt;/span&gt;, as it was understood then, referred to a young woman who was eligible to be married was also understood to be a virgin?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-7780230470687033714?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7780230470687033714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=7780230470687033714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7780230470687033714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7780230470687033714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/11/virgin-birth.html' title='The Virgin Birth'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-8225495440140661224</id><published>2007-10-29T20:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:09:15.047+02:00</updated><title type='text'>College trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RyYvuuI9dxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Sg1koI0akwQ/s1600-h/Ryan+in+Lynchburg+Oct+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RyYvuuI9dxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Sg1koI0akwQ/s320/Ryan+in+Lynchburg+Oct+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126837705513989906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's been a while since my last post.  University is in full swing, so my free time is limited.  Our oldest, Ryan, is thinking about a university these days, as well.  He will be in the States from October 27th - November 9th visiting seven colleges in six states over the course of two weeks.  While he has a checklist to complete when considering each school, this is his first trip to the States in nearly three years, so he is more excited about the prospects of Taco Bell, American friends, and speaking English.  Pray for him that God will direct his paths as he looks forward to a new phase in his young life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-8225495440140661224?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8225495440140661224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=8225495440140661224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/8225495440140661224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/8225495440140661224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/10/college-trip.html' title='College trip'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RyYvuuI9dxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Sg1koI0akwQ/s72-c/Ryan+in+Lynchburg+Oct+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-2366607267210404526</id><published>2007-10-17T12:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:46:41.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t has been said that we are born into our families, but we choose our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXlLOsnc5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/vN5Uk_6IGSU/s1600-h/Temple+Mount+friends+October+2007+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXlLOsnc5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/vN5Uk_6IGSU/s200/Temple+Mount+friends+October+2007+318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122252132290360210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXk4Osnc4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/iQHnjhORWDc/s1600-h/Jerusalem+friends+Oct+07+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXk4Osnc4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/iQHnjhORWDc/s200/Jerusalem+friends+Oct+07+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122251805872845698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXj_-snczI/AAAAAAAAAUU/S5aeoopH6TM/s1600-h/Ein+Gedi+friends+Oct+07+368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXj_-snczI/AAAAAAAAAUU/S5aeoopH6TM/s200/Ein+Gedi+friends+Oct+07+368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122250839505204018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXljOsnc7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/KVpfdxwc6B8/s1600-h/Temple+Mount+friends+October+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXljOsnc7I/AAAAAAAAAVU/KVpfdxwc6B8/s200/Temple+Mount+friends+October+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122252544607220658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXjt-sncyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/27jcQNPD7uE/s1600-h/Ein+Gedi+friends+Oct+07+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXjt-sncyI/AAAAAAAAAUM/27jcQNPD7uE/s200/Ein+Gedi+friends+Oct+07+262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122250530267558690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXkXOsnc1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZS8uAWRI5KU/s1600-h/Galilee+October+2007+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXkXOsnc1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZS8uAWRI5KU/s200/Galilee+October+2007+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122251238937162578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXjcesncxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KiL4NGIMgK0/s1600-h/Ein+Gedi+friends+Oct+07+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXjcesncxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KiL4NGIMgK0/s200/Ein+Gedi+friends+Oct+07+240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122250229619847954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXkNOsnc0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Wueh-UK1YJ8/s1600-h/Galilee+October+2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXkNOsnc0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Wueh-UK1YJ8/s200/Galilee+October+2007+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122251067138470722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXkpOsnc3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/BYIWUaJehA4/s1600-h/Jerusalem+cardo+friends+Oct+07+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXkpOsnc3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/BYIWUaJehA4/s200/Jerusalem+cardo+friends+Oct+07+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122251548174807922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on image to view enlargement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-2366607267210404526?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2366607267210404526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=2366607267210404526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/2366607267210404526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/2366607267210404526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxXlLOsnc5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/vN5Uk_6IGSU/s72-c/Temple+Mount+friends+October+2007+318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-6548643264108183839</id><published>2007-10-16T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:37:09.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This weekend we took advantage of the weather and visiting friends to re-visit some of our favorite places around Israel - Masada, Ein Gedi and the Sea of Galilee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTjL-sncuI/AAAAAAAAATs/KQI4YqASTcw/s1600-h/Reading+Matthew+5+from+the+Mt+of+Beatitudes+October+2007+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTjL-sncuI/AAAAAAAAATs/KQI4YqASTcw/s200/Reading+Matthew+5+from+the+Mt+of+Beatitudes+October+2007+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121968471175295714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTnJ-sncvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_gVsCgkzMFw/s1600-h/Roman+Cardo+in+Jerusalem+Oct+07+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTnJ-sncvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/_gVsCgkzMFw/s200/Roman+Cardo+in+Jerusalem+Oct+07+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121972834862068466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxThmusnctI/AAAAAAAAATk/QYPMJDSMttY/s1600-h/Up+close+and+personal+October+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxThmusnctI/AAAAAAAAATk/QYPMJDSMttY/s200/Up+close+and+personal+October+2007+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121966731713540818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxThLusncsI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZcO_qt4RA9w/s1600-h/Sea+of+Galilee+October+2007+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxThLusncsI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZcO_qt4RA9w/s200/Sea+of+Galilee+October+2007+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121966267857072834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTgBusncrI/AAAAAAAAATU/9ZR3BZcDz5k/s1600-h/Overlooking+Galilee+from+the+Golan+Heights+October+2007+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTgBusncrI/AAAAAAAAATU/9ZR3BZcDz5k/s200/Overlooking+Galilee+from+the+Golan+Heights+October+2007+281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121964996546753202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTceOsncpI/AAAAAAAAATE/5nyVZhSCLEM/s1600-h/Dad+and+daughter+in+Masada+cable+car+Oct+07+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTceOsncpI/AAAAAAAAATE/5nyVZhSCLEM/s200/Dad+and+daughter+in+Masada+cable+car+Oct+07+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121961088126513810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTdDOsncqI/AAAAAAAAATM/wzPkaSJfw6c/s1600-h/Ein+Gedi+waterfalls+Oct+07+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTdDOsncqI/AAAAAAAAATM/wzPkaSJfw6c/s200/Ein+Gedi+waterfalls+Oct+07+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121961723781673634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTcBOsncoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3B8fhHVCpp8/s1600-h/Beautiful+as+a+butterfly+Oct+07+365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTcBOsncoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3B8fhHVCpp8/s200/Beautiful+as+a+butterfly+Oct+07+365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121960589910307458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on image to view enlargement  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTLhOsncnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Cd2ve9E2JgE/s1600-h/Masada+with+Blisses+Oct+07+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Family'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RxTjL-sncuI/AAAAAAAAATs/KQI4YqASTcw/s72-c/Reading+Matthew+5+from+the+Mt+of+Beatitudes+October+2007+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-1805313882451252020</id><published>2007-10-09T09:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:36:14.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on Bosox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ey, I have to sleep!  Therefore, I missed the Indians clincher over the Yankees which aired sometime after 1:30 a.m. in Jerusalem.  The game will replay on ESPN this afternoon, so I may try to catch a few innings.  It's nice in a sick sort of way to watch the Yankees suffer.  The Indians will have to work hard for a series win over the Redsox to earn a trip to the Series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-1805313882451252020?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1805313882451252020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=1805313882451252020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/1805313882451252020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/1805313882451252020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/10/bring-it-on-bosox.html' title='Bring it on Bosox!'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-4270182516704050023</id><published>2007-10-09T09:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:36:53.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Greek To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;began my first class of the fall semester--Koine Greek (ancient Greek used in the Bible and ancient literature).  The difference between this class and the Greek class I took in Bible college 24 years ago is that this one is taught in Greek.  Fourteen of the sixteen students are native French speakers who know little or no English, so our common language is Greek.  The professor used only Greek until 90 minutes into the class when he gave us his name and instructions for the course using our mother tongue.  The initial classes involve only listening and following commands.  It is quite comical at times as we stand, hop, run, point, etc, etc, listening for the teacher's approving word, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kolos&lt;/span&gt; (correct)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-4270182516704050023?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4270182516704050023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=4270182516704050023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4270182516704050023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4270182516704050023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-all-greek-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s All Greek To Me!'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-7027578338116754664</id><published>2007-10-06T08:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:20:22.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian soldiers assist in Indians' win over Yankees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANNESP%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ANNESP%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mayfly"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 150px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/25/Eintagsfliege_fg01.jpg/200px-Eintagsfliege_fg01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he mayfly, or the more commonly known Canadian soldier, assisted the Indians in the eighth inning of game 2 between the Indians and Yankees.  Where the Indians couldn't get to the Andy Pettitte through 7 innings, the Canadian soldiers got under the skin of the Yankees relief pitching in the 8th inning, causing 2 wild pitches which allowed the Tribe to score the tying run. Casey Blake of the Indians stated in a &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/06/sports/baseball/06bugs.html?adxnnl=1&amp;amp;adxnnlx=1191643295-Sfk+rNLBAdSkUzPXCxnBNQ"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt; article that because the bugs were bothering the Yankees so much, he wanted to act as if they weren't bothering him at all.  The 1-1 tie was taken to the bottom of the 11th inning when Travis Hafner singled with the bases loaded to put the Indians up two games to none.  Thanks to ESPN, the game was broadcast live in Israel. I can hear Dudley Do-Right now, "Don't worry, I'll save you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-7027578338116754664?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7027578338116754664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=7027578338116754664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7027578338116754664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7027578338116754664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/10/canadian-soldiers-assist-in-indians-win.html' title='Canadian soldiers assist in Indians&apos; win over Yankees'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-8296793240985469492</id><published>2007-10-05T15:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:42:14.759+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Indians vs. Yankees game 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New York Yankees:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;$200,000,000.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kenny Lofton:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-8296793240985469492?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/8296793240985469492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=8296793240985469492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/8296793240985469492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/8296793240985469492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/10/indians-vs-yankees-game-1.html' title='Indians vs. Yankees game 1'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-346332888653725867</id><published>2007-10-02T15:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:56:39.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On the street where you live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwJMfusncmI/AAAAAAAAASs/a-HMas5dv-s/s1600-h/license+plate+002+reduced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwJMfusncmI/AAAAAAAAASs/a-HMas5dv-s/s400/license+plate+002+reduced.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116736234641125986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;magine my delight when I spotted this vanity plate on my street this afternoon, nearly 7,000 miles from home--the red, white and blue of the Ohio Midwest!  Shlep is used as a verb in the Yiddish dialect, meaning to carry.  So come on and shlep yourself over to my neighborhood for some silver queen corn-on-the-cob and baked beans.  We'll wash is down with some hot cider and donuts and get ready for the American league playoffs.  Go Indians! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-346332888653725867?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/346332888653725867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=346332888653725867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/346332888653725867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/346332888653725867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-street-where-you-live.html' title='On the street where you live'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwJMfusncmI/AAAAAAAAASs/a-HMas5dv-s/s72-c/license+plate+002+reduced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-7796092801573286358</id><published>2007-10-01T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:41:40.515+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Night time in Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZKusncfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Y2SjJD1OPIw/s1600-h/nighttime+in+Jerusalem+10-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZKusncfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Y2SjJD1OPIw/s320/nighttime+in+Jerusalem+10-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116468692538323442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZ2esnckI/AAAAAAAAASc/2cEG-mlW-qE/s1600-h/King+David+Hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZ2esnckI/AAAAAAAAASc/2cEG-mlW-qE/s320/King+David+Hotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116469444157600322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZuOsncjI/AAAAAAAAASU/o718up4iwFE/s1600-h/NewGate+corner+Oct+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZuOsncjI/AAAAAAAAASU/o718up4iwFE/s320/NewGate+corner+Oct+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116469302423679538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZlesnciI/AAAAAAAAASM/PVjLULz9yfo/s1600-h/King+David+Hotel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZlesnciI/AAAAAAAAASM/PVjLULz9yfo/s320/King+David+Hotel+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116469152099824162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZdOsnchI/AAAAAAAAASE/kC1-tdAUdGY/s1600-h/Jerusalem+traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZdOsnchI/AAAAAAAAASE/kC1-tdAUdGY/s320/Jerusalem+traffic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116469010365903378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZUOsncgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vcd9-4T8M1Y/s1600-h/David%27s+Citadel+Hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZUOsncgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vcd9-4T8M1Y/s320/David%27s+Citadel+Hotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116468855747080706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on pictures to view enlargement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFaBusnclI/AAAAAAAAASk/tAc1H-upX3w/s1600-h/hand+in+hand+Oct+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFaBusnclI/AAAAAAAAASk/tAc1H-upX3w/s320/hand+in+hand+Oct+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116469637431128658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-7796092801573286358?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7796092801573286358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=7796092801573286358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7796092801573286358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7796092801573286358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-time-in-jerusalem.html' title='Night time in Jerusalem'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RwFZKusncfI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Y2SjJD1OPIw/s72-c/nighttime+in+Jerusalem+10-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-4633267408013768300</id><published>2007-09-28T12:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:47:23.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>If the rocks could cry out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1189411488296&amp;amp;pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull"&gt;The Jerusalem Post&lt;/a&gt; online edition ran an article this week about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hill of Evil Counsel&lt;/span&gt;.  During the Feast of Tabernacles (Sukkot) in 1937, the hilltop pictured in the article was home to the Government House of the British Crown, occupied by High Commissioner Sir Arthur Grenfell Wauchope.  The infamous name, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hill of Evil Counsel, &lt;/span&gt;comes from tradition that marks this as the location where Caiaphas, the High Priest, and his men made the decision to hand Jesus over to the Romans. This hilltop is also the traditional location where Abraham first viewed Mt. Moriah on his way to offer Isaac as a sacrifice. Today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hill of Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Counsel &lt;/span&gt;is home to the United Nations headquarters.  A fitting name?  You make the call.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1189411488296&amp;amp;pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzU9usncYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GEj4yE4H6mQ/s320/hill+of+evil+counsel+1937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115197433758314882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzXWesncdI/AAAAAAAAARk/AJfnIZzvbXo/s1600-h/description+of+HOEC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzXWesncdI/AAAAAAAAARk/AJfnIZzvbXo/s320/description+of+HOEC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115200057983332818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzWY-snccI/AAAAAAAAARc/SjGHeJYpiJg/s1600-h/description+2+of+HOEC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzWY-snccI/AAAAAAAAARc/SjGHeJYpiJg/s320/description+2+of+HOEC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115199001421377986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzVYOsncaI/AAAAAAAAARM/gVYIDygA2y0/s1600-h/Abraham%27s+view+of+Moriah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzVYOsncaI/AAAAAAAAARM/gVYIDygA2y0/s320/Abraham%27s+view+of+Moriah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115197889024848290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzVmesncbI/AAAAAAAAARU/9h8izU3mQuc/s1600-h/Hill+of+evil+counsel+from+my+apt..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzVmesncbI/AAAAAAAAARU/9h8izU3mQuc/s320/Hill+of+evil+counsel+from+my+apt..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115198133837984178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvzbh-snceI/AAAAAAAAARs/4EsuAUdH8Gk/s1600-h/Our+apt.+from+HOEC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvzbh-snceI/AAAAAAAAARs/4EsuAUdH8Gk/s320/Our+apt.+from+HOEC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115204653598339554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Click on pictures to view enlargement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1189411488296&amp;amp;pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-4633267408013768300?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4633267408013768300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=4633267408013768300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4633267408013768300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4633267408013768300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-rocks-could-cry-out.html' title='If the rocks could cry out'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvzU9usncYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GEj4yE4H6mQ/s72-c/hill+of+evil+counsel+1937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-5201304702618342789</id><published>2007-09-26T19:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:35:06.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feast of Tabernacles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvq9yusncVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jjrVpsIE_9g/s1600-h/Sukkot+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvq9yusncVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jjrVpsIE_9g/s320/Sukkot+2007+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114609006058893650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvqe7usncSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dKQ6Sl_tVWY/s1600-h/Sukkot+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvqe7usncSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dKQ6Sl_tVWY/s320/Sukkot+2007+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114575075817255202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvqfGusncTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7V8pz0BkWwM/s1600-h/Sukkot+2007+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvqfGusncTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7V8pz0BkWwM/s320/Sukkot+2007+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114575264795816242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvqfXOsncUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Szv9iabW1Aw/s1600-h/Sukkot+2007+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvqfXOsncUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Szv9iabW1Aw/s320/Sukkot+2007+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114575548263657794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he Feast of Tabernacles (or Booths) begins tonight at sundown.  God told Moses, "live in booths for seven days...so your descendants will know that I had the Israelites live in booths when I brought them out of Egypt."  Leviticus 23:42-43.  All of God's feasts (literally, appointments) served the purpose of a visual reminder of what He had done for his people and who He was.  Our booth is a simple pop-up tent that the kids set up.  They will eat and sleep in these temporary accommodations for the next week.  Enjoy the pictures of various booths around Jerusalem.  You may notice that they are built on balconies, rooftops, plazas, and gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(click on pictures to view enlargements)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvqcaOsncPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yibNetQkxao/s1600-h/Sukkot+2007+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvqcaOsncPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yibNetQkxao/s320/Sukkot+2007+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114572301268381938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvqb6OsncOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EP9Zu1oD6Gc/s1600-h/Sukkot+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvqb6OsncOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EP9Zu1oD6Gc/s320/Sukkot+2007+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114571751512568034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvqcv-sncQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8jY_SHpqs1c/s1600-h/Sukkot+2007+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvqcv-sncQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8jY_SHpqs1c/s320/Sukkot+2007+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114572674930536706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-5201304702618342789?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5201304702618342789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=5201304702618342789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5201304702618342789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5201304702618342789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/feast-of-tabernacles.html' title='The Feast of Tabernacles'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rvq9yusncVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jjrVpsIE_9g/s72-c/Sukkot+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-7323472470710407308</id><published>2007-09-22T15:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:37:57.209+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Down at the end of Lonely Street...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvUcOOsncHI/AAAAAAAAANM/6oJEIJqfoCA/s1600-h/Yom+Kippur+bike+ride+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvUcOOsncHI/AAAAAAAAANM/6oJEIJqfoCA/s320/Yom+Kippur+bike+ride+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113023982738042994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;n Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement), nary a car can be found on the roads of this city of 750,000. Kids, pets, and pedestrians take to the street to enjoy the one smog-free day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on pictures to view enlargements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvUeyesncLI/AAAAAAAAANs/sqGLu1YrOhE/s1600-h/Yom+Kippur+bike+ride+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvUeyesncLI/AAAAAAAAANs/sqGLu1YrOhE/s320/Yom+Kippur+bike+ride+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113026804531556530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvUeF-sncKI/AAAAAAAAANk/Pvk32PjMKSg/s1600-h/Yom+Kippur+bike+ride+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvUeF-sncKI/AAAAAAAAANk/Pvk32PjMKSg/s320/Yom+Kippur+bike+ride+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113026040027377826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvUcXusncII/AAAAAAAAANU/MysSxKIB9yo/s1600-h/Yom+Kippur+bike+ride+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvUcXusncII/AAAAAAAAANU/MysSxKIB9yo/s320/Yom+Kippur+bike+ride+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113024145946800258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-7323472470710407308?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7323472470710407308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=7323472470710407308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7323472470710407308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7323472470710407308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/down-at-end-of-lonely-street.html' title='Down at the end of Lonely Street...'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvUcOOsncHI/AAAAAAAAANM/6oJEIJqfoCA/s72-c/Yom+Kippur+bike+ride+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-5279564584128928928</id><published>2007-09-21T12:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:53:10.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Atonement Market?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvOfN-sncGI/AAAAAAAAANE/DDFbw3rQnXg/s1600-h/shuk+sign+yom+kippur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvOfN-sncGI/AAAAAAAAANE/DDFbw3rQnXg/s400/shuk+sign+yom+kippur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112605064512893026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;uring the week of Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement), many Jews practice a ritual of waving a white rooster over their head while reciting, "This is my exchange, this is my substitute, this is my atonement. This chicken will go to its death while I will enter and proceed to a good long life, and peace." For a donation of $40, anyone is invited to participate in this event.  The chicken is subsequently slaughtered and given to the poor as are the proceeds raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvOZ4OsncEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qqhXIyEqENg/s1600-h/baptism+and+chicken+kapurot+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvOZ4OsncEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qqhXIyEqENg/s320/baptism+and+chicken+kapurot+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112599193292599362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had the opportunity of witnessing such a ceremony this week.  The sign pictured above in Hebrew is translated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Atonement Market.&lt;/span&gt;  In the days of Moses, Aaron, as priest, was to offer a young bull for his own sins and a ram for a burnt offering.  He was then to take two goats, sacrificing one as a sin offering and sending the other off into the wilderness as a scapegoat for the sins of the people (see Leviticus 16).  This was to be done yearly. Yom Kippur is to be observed as a sabbath day of rest when one is to deny oneself.  This is often done by observing a complete fast, doing no work, and refraining from driving one's car.  On this day, the children take to the streets with their bicycles where they can safely ride without fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s  believers, we  know that our priest, Jesus Christ,  "entered once for all into the holy places, not by the means of the blood of goats and calves but by the means of his own blood, thus securing an eternal redemption." Hebrews 9:12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvOZ_-sncFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hTWYIkBuKB4/s1600-h/baptism+and+chicken+kapurot+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvOZ_-sncFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hTWYIkBuKB4/s320/baptism+and+chicken+kapurot+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112599326436585554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING!  ACTUAL CHICKENS HAVE BEEN HARMED IN THE PROCESS OF THESE EVENTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-5279564584128928928?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5279564584128928928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=5279564584128928928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5279564584128928928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5279564584128928928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/atonement-market.html' title='The Atonement Market?!'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RvOfN-sncGI/AAAAAAAAANE/DDFbw3rQnXg/s72-c/shuk+sign+yom+kippur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-4026603257181200491</id><published>2007-09-15T11:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:22:26.078+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Indians!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cleveland.indians.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=cle"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RuuacBV68zI/AAAAAAAAAME/tPntDBSJrZ4/s320/150px-ALC-CLE-Logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110348008369353522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;aseball is like a marathon.  It begins in April and continues into October.  Each season brings new hope for the fans that "next year" is here and maybe this is the year.  No game is over until the last out. Old guys (ie. Kenny Lofton) contribute as much as the young bucks. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/index.jsp"&gt;mlb.com&lt;/a&gt;, I am able to follow my Cleveland Indians from abroad.  Each morning I check the box scores to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; if Cleveland has put any more real estate between themselves and the pesky Tigers.  I enjoy watching C.C. add more to his win column or more K's to his repertoire.  Will the under appreciated Tribe produce a Cy Young winner or a manager of the year?  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;n a more personal note, Ryan is developing a love for baseball, playing for the local team in Jerusalem.  The team is made up mostly of Israelis whose parents (usually the father) grew up in &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RuuhtxV680I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tGUwq9Ypi7A/s1600-h/Ryan+baseball+2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RuuhtxV680I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tGUwq9Ypi7A/s320/Ryan+baseball+2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110356009893425986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the States and have passed the love of the game to their offspring.  Because we have warm, dry weather most of the year, we have a spring and a fall season for the junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and senior leagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While following the box scores on the internet is not the same as attending a big league game in person, watching my son in a little league game is just as satisfying!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Ruui6xV681I/AAAAAAAAAMU/FtWzIbEC2r8/s1600-h/Anticipation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Ruui6xV681I/AAAAAAAAAMU/FtWzIbEC2r8/s320/Anticipation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110357332743353170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-4026603257181200491?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4026603257181200491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=4026603257181200491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4026603257181200491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4026603257181200491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/go-indians.html' title='Go Indians!'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RuuacBV68zI/AAAAAAAAAME/tPntDBSJrZ4/s72-c/150px-ALC-CLE-Logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-4981533719066879533</id><published>2007-09-12T09:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:08:34.980+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Fear: book review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Beyond-Fear-Harrowing-Journey-Mountains/dp/1585743437/ref=sr_1_27/102-9295407-2049755?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1189579067&amp;sr=8-27"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RueK7hV68yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RbnvMKwQDTU/s400/51VCCJ5058L._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109205057442345762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond Fear: A Harrowing Journey Across New Guinea... &lt;/span&gt;is the adventure story of 25 year-old Joel Kramer and 19 year-old Aaron Lippard who set out in 1992 to become the first to cross the island of New Guinea, home to some of earth's remotest mountains and jungles, from the north to the south without the aid of motors.  It is a story that keeps you on edge as they battle mosquitoes, malaria, crocodiles, snakes, leeches, and spiders.  More than an adventure story, you get inside the minds of these two as they struggle not only with nature, but with themselves, with each other, and with their God on whom they must fully rely if they are to survive.  The lessons that they learn and share with the reader at the end of their journey make this a book you will not soon forget and one whose message will make its impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e had the pleasure of hosting Joel and his family in our home recently for a Saturday afternoon meal.  Joel lives here and produces films that tie the Bible directly to the Holy Land.  Shorts of these films can be viewed on his website at &lt;a href="http://www.sourceflix.com/"&gt;www.sourceflix.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-4981533719066879533?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4981533719066879533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=4981533719066879533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4981533719066879533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4981533719066879533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/beyond-fear-book-review.html' title='Beyond Fear: book review'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RueK7hV68yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RbnvMKwQDTU/s72-c/51VCCJ5058L._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-5613068179991221312</id><published>2007-09-11T09:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:37:37.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;n war and peace from &lt;a href="http://www.famousquotes.com/"&gt;famousquotes.com&lt;/a&gt; and the Bible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Robert E. Lee - &lt;b&gt;“It is well that war is so terrible, or we should get too fond of it.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;General George Catlett Marshall - &lt;b&gt;“Military power wins battles, but spiritual power wins wars.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Francis Meehan - &lt;b&gt;“Men are at war with each other because each man is at war with himself.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Plato - &lt;b&gt;“Only the dead have seen the end of the war.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;John Stuart Mill - &lt;b&gt;“War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Isaiah the prophet - &lt;b&gt;For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and of peace there will be no end…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Guatama Buddha - &lt;b&gt;“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Prophet Muhammad - &lt;b&gt;“Shall I not inform you of a better act than fasting, alms, and prayers? Making peace between one another: enmity and malice tear up heavenly rewards by the roots.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Jesus - &lt;b&gt;“Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln - &lt;b&gt;“... peace is a thing which a person must be willing to fight for ...”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Douglas Jerrold - &lt;b&gt;“We love peace, but not peace at any price. There is a peace more destructive of the manhood of living man, than war is destructive to his body. Chains are worse than bayonets.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Patrick Henry - &lt;b&gt;“The gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace! But there is no peace. The war has actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that the gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Aristotle - &lt;b&gt;“We make war that we might live in peace.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Benjamin Franklin - &lt;b&gt;“Even peace be may purchased at too high a price.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.famousquotes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-5613068179991221312?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5613068179991221312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=5613068179991221312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5613068179991221312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5613068179991221312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-1956364201039126549</id><published>2007-09-09T08:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:40:51.863+03:00</updated><title type='text'>God Grew Tired of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.godgrewtiredofus.com/about.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RuOCAOOrdNI/AAAAAAAAALU/WNkVlMQhZmk/s320/51A7Zjk8-QL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108069342699549906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ar has ravaged the African country of Sudan since 1983.  The Muslim-controlled government has been effectively eliminating the Christians of southern Sudan.  This documentary lays the background for what the Sudanese are still going through and their exodus from Sudan only to find more persecution and suffering in the surrounding countries. The movie chronicles the lives of three of the "Lost Boys" who were relocated to America as part of a program to rescue some of the refugees.  Sad and troubling, there is a bit of humor as they integrate into American culture.  I watched this video with some personal interest since some of the Sudanese have arrived on the steps of our congregation.  No longer is Darfur a far away problem for someone else to deal with, but real people with real needs.  Our congregation can't solve the civil war in Sudan, but we can make a difference in the lives of a few families as we show them the love of Christ as we help them with food, medicine, shelter, and the gospel message of Christianity.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me."&lt;/span&gt; Matthew 25:35-36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-1956364201039126549?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/1956364201039126549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=1956364201039126549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/1956364201039126549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/1956364201039126549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/god-grew-tired-of-us.html' title='God Grew Tired of Us'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RuOCAOOrdNI/AAAAAAAAALU/WNkVlMQhZmk/s72-c/51A7Zjk8-QL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-2416677150394948134</id><published>2007-09-05T17:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:27:30.586+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the lemon flower is sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rt7CM-OrdMI/AAAAAAAAALM/t8MMKZaVe_Y/s1600-h/lemon+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rt7CM-OrdMI/AAAAAAAAALM/t8MMKZaVe_Y/s400/lemon+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106732555603506370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y children bought me a lemon tree for Father's Day this June to adorn the corner of our yard. That same day, I broke up the rocky soil, added compost and fertilizer, and carefully packed the soil around it.  I watered it daily and left the rest to nature.  Within weeks all of the leaves had fallen and my poor tree was doomed!  This week--nearly two and a half months later, my twig of a tree began to sprout leaves and then tiny blooms. And under each bloom--lemons!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." John 15:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-2416677150394948134?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2416677150394948134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=2416677150394948134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/2416677150394948134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/2416677150394948134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-lemon-flower-is-sweet.html' title='...and the lemon flower is sweet'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rt7CM-OrdMI/AAAAAAAAALM/t8MMKZaVe_Y/s72-c/lemon+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-5182360030016031565</id><published>2007-09-03T21:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:23:41.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day, Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtxRGeOrdKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7sa864KgN_s/s1600-h/Dad+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtxRGeOrdKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7sa864KgN_s/s200/Dad+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106045249166996642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad, I wish you a day full of blessings and happiness. From you I received my wit and good looks...and at your age, you still have more hair than me!--Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-5182360030016031565?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5182360030016031565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=5182360030016031565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5182360030016031565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5182360030016031565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-b-day-dad.html' title='Happy B-day, Dad!'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtxRGeOrdKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7sa864KgN_s/s72-c/Dad+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-963364411907856495</id><published>2007-09-02T17:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:38:23.957+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtrKgeOrdII/AAAAAAAAAKs/5z93AIZJhDM/s1600-h/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtrKgeOrdII/AAAAAAAAAKs/5z93AIZJhDM/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105615786797134978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;abor Day brings back floods of memories.  Before moving overseas, we would host a picnic at our house in Painesville for family and friends on this day.  One of the first purchases I made, here, was a gas barbecue grill.  We have hosted a number of cook-outs, including very American ones with cole slaw, potato salad, watermelon, and of course-chicken wings.  I recently found a butcher shop that carries real sausage bratwursts!  To all of you who "labor" hard throughout the year, enjoy this official last day of summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-963364411907856495?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/963364411907856495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=963364411907856495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/963364411907856495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/963364411907856495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day!'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtrKgeOrdII/AAAAAAAAAKs/5z93AIZJhDM/s72-c/DSCF0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-3406600503543744754</id><published>2007-08-31T12:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:23:30.636+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Cake Controversy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The wedding reception was held on a Christian-owned camp ground.  The restaurant, however, is under Jewish ownership and is maintained kosher according to Jewish law.  This means, among other things, that meat and dairy dishes cannot be served at the same meal.  Knowing this ahead of time, we made the cake so that it contained no dairy since the reception meal was to be beef and chicken.  Our butter cream frosting contained no butter or milk, only vegetable shortening, sugar, flavoring, and water.  When it came time to serve the cake, we were called to speak to the manager of the restaurant who inquired on the supervising rabbi's behalf as to the content of the cake.  We could assure him that all of the ingredients were non-dairy.  This was not satisfactory because the cake was not "certified" by the rabbi (meaning that we didn't purchase a kosher certificate).  We were told that the cake could not be cut or served on the premises, nor could we use the restaurant's dishes or silverware to serve it.  We would have to carry the cake outside and serve it on paper plates with plastic forks.  At the end of the night, we lifted the table with the cake and began carrying it outside.  The manager, seeing that we were willing to do that without making a fuss, agreed to collect all of the meat dishes and silverware from the tables and allow us to have our cake and eat it, too--inside the restaurant.  This was definitely a lesson in the politics of food and religion.  I am glad that as believers we serve the One who tells us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...do not call anything impure that God has made clean."&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/3165973302120690920-3406600503543744754?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3406600503543744754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=3406600503543744754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/3406600503543744754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtammeOrc_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/chZNfcC2ORc/s200/wedding+cake-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104450407550907378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtamwOOrdAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hdYOqT9sb5g/s1600-h/wedding+cake-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtamwOOrdAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hdYOqT9sb5g/s200/wedding+cake-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104450575054631938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rtam9eOrdBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3qzwBUqwsmg/s1600-h/wedding+cake-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rtam9eOrdBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3qzwBUqwsmg/s200/wedding+cake-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104450802687898642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtaneOOrdEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EdNzo1_HPVU/s200/wedding+cake-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104451365328614466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtannuOrdFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9b3m5Yn11FI/s1600-h/wedding+cake-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtannuOrdFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9b3m5Yn11FI/s200/wedding+cake-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104451528537371730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rtany-OrdGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L52yj5APgUs/s1600-h/wedding+cake-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rtany-OrdGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/L52yj5APgUs/s200/wedding+cake-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104451721810900066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twenty years ago my wife and I made wedding cakes for profit.  That was before children, of course.  Any cakes we have made since then have been gratis for close friends or family.  Earlier this summer when we were told that two friends from our congregation in Israel were getting married, we offered to make the cake as a gift to them.  The wedding was last night.  Here is a montage of the making of the cake for K&amp;amp;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-114532390161803874?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/114532390161803874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=114532390161803874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/114532390161803874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/114532390161803874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/anatomy-of-wedding-cake.html' title='Anatomy of a wedding cake'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtamBuOrc9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/472SzKGYjsU/s72-c/wedding+cake-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-5286563193792270403</id><published>2007-08-27T14:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T14:39:28.802+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasteless pizza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtK2S-Orc7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/rMTkAXsXO08/s1600-h/hitler+billboard+for+Hell+pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtK2S-Orc7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/rMTkAXsXO08/s200/hitler+billboard+for+Hell+pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103341764822660018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1187779154672&amp;pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull"&gt;The Jerusalem Post&lt;/a&gt; reported that the New Zealand pizza chain Hell's Pizza pulled billboard ads with the likeness of Adolf Hitler holding a slice of their pizza with the quote, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span class="lead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is possible to make people believe that heaven is Hell," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span class="lead"&gt;taken from his well-known statement, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span class="lead"&gt;"By the skillful and sustained use of propaganda, one can make a people see even heaven as hell or an extremely wretched life as paradise."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span class="lead"&gt;The ads were pulled after receiving several complaints from the Jewish community.  This  reminds  me of the restaurant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitler's Cross,&lt;/span&gt;  in Navi Mumbai, India that was forced to change its name last summer after similar complaints.  Who are the marketing geniuses hired by these restaurants? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DAVIDS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;span class="lead"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DAVIDS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-5286563193792270403?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5286563193792270403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=5286563193792270403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5286563193792270403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5286563193792270403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/tasteless-pizza.html' title='Tasteless pizza?'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RtK2S-Orc7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/rMTkAXsXO08/s72-c/hitler+billboard+for+Hell+pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-2382179561693577195</id><published>2007-08-23T09:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:27:19.867+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Concluding my 46th trip around the sun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;King Solomon-Ecclesiastes 9:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Anyone who is among the living has hope-even a live dog is better than a dead lion!" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-2382179561693577195?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/2382179561693577195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=2382179561693577195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/2382179561693577195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/2382179561693577195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/concluding-my-46th-trip-around-sun.html' title='Concluding my 46th trip around the sun...'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-9091925213310388835</id><published>2007-08-20T18:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:29:58.517+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, brothers, and running...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;     I&lt;/span&gt; began running 8 years ago.  At the time I was 30 lbs heavier-not fat, but soft!   My hobby turned into a passion.  As I began to drop the weight, I was able to run faster and farther.  In fact, this past January I completed my seventh marathon at the young age of 45 with my 20 year-old college buddy pictured here.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rsm6qeOrc4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/QVXztfQ_TF4/s1600-h/Chris-Dave+before+Tiberias+marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rsm6qeOrc4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/QVXztfQ_TF4/s200/Chris-Dave+before+Tiberias+marathon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100813291805700994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  W&lt;/span&gt;hen I first started running, I hesitated to call myself a runner.  I would tell people that I'm not a runner, I just like to run.  I did not view myself as a runner until several years and more than one marathon was behind me.  The daily act of running caused me to begin to like the sport.  Others began to see me as a runner.  I think that I was the last one to get the hint.  I say all that to say that in John 15:12-14 Jesus gives us an interesting command-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love one another. &lt;/span&gt;He tells us that greater love has no one than the one who gives his life for his friend.  It is easy to love our friends.  But he also tells us to love our enemies.  In fact, Jesus said that if we love him we will obey his command to love each other.  He did not command us to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling &lt;/span&gt;for our brother, friend, or enemy, but to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;act &lt;/span&gt;in a loving way towards them.  When we begin to show love, even to those that we consider our enemies, a funny thing often happens-the feelings follow.  This week I laced up my running shoes after nearly a 6 month lay-off.  I didn't feel too good-my lungs hurt and my legs hurt.  But I know that if I continue the act of running, the bad feelings will be replaced by good feelings and I will once again enjoy running.  Who knows, there may even be a few more races left in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RsnAi-Orc5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/-2tzQAfSFBk/s1600-h/Jerusalem+h-marathon+07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RsnAi-Orc5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/-2tzQAfSFBk/s200/Jerusalem+h-marathon+07+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100819760026448786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-9091925213310388835?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/9091925213310388835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=9091925213310388835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/9091925213310388835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/9091925213310388835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/friends-brothers-and-running.html' title='Friends, brothers, and running...'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rsm6qeOrc4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/QVXztfQ_TF4/s72-c/Chris-Dave+before+Tiberias+marathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-6837885531009268004</id><published>2007-08-18T22:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:33:50.791+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Internet phone troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the last 2 years we have depended heavily on our &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://skype.com/"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt; internet phone to keep in touch with family and friends.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; is a way in which we can talk via our computer with others either on their computer or landline telephones.  It is a free service (my favorite price), so I am willing to put up with the occasional dropped call or delayed responses.  Earlier this week, the internet telephone giant experienced some technical difficulties which resulted in outages for over 200 million of their customers worldwide.  This outage lasted nearly 48 hours in some places.  How critical was this to me or my family?  Not very...let me explain.  We already have 5 cell phones between us and  2 laptops with email so that anyone who really needs to contact us still can, even without &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;.  Sometimes the adage, "you get what you pay for" holds true, but even your expensive phone company doesn't always come through.  When was the last time your cable TV (not free!) experienced trouble in the middle of your favorite program?&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about other freeware (free software) that I have come to love or to depend.  I have long ago abandoned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Internet Explorer &lt;/span&gt;for the more versatile &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mozilla.org/"&gt;Firefox&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as my internet browser.  I back up my important files free and automatically to a web-based server on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mozy.com/"&gt;Mozy&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;In the days of security concerns, it also becomes important to encrypt and hide sensitive files.  For that, I found a free program at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://truecrypt.org/"&gt;TrueCrypt&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;All of these that I have mentioned so far are free and easy to use (important for a not so savvy me).  You can find many of them on their own websites or at &lt;a href="http://snapfiles.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snapfiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which also provides user comments and ratings about hundreds of freeware and shareware software.  What freeware do you use that has made your life in the computer age easier?  Leave a comment and share it with the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-6837885531009268004?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/6837885531009268004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=6837885531009268004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/6837885531009268004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/6837885531009268004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/internet-phone-troubles.html' title='Internet phone troubles'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-7015490454234102631</id><published>2007-08-17T08:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:31:03.811+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Tender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHJwqE5wdVc"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHJwqE5wdVc" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHJwqE5wdVc"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RsUzpOOrctI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VL1uKG4WPEo/s200/Dave+and+Anne+feb+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099538936354271954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the rest of the world reminisces about hound dogs and blue suede shoes, I am remembering the past 22 years with my beautiful wife.  We enjoyed a quiet dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant and a movie-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We no longer have to hire a babysitter or c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;all home a dozen times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;during our date to check on the kids.  We can stay out late if we want to-although it gets more and more difficult to want to.  Occasionally I remember the beautiful 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;year-old who walked down the aisle in Lynchburg, Virginia and sang to me while I stood there shaking in my white plastic rental shoes in front of the preacher.  But most of all, I'm thankful for the woman who stands beside me today, who has taken this journey with me, making and sharing memories of a life we never dreamed possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He who finds a wife finds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; what is good and receives favor from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lord." &lt;/span&gt;Proverbs 18:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-7015490454234102631?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7015490454234102631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=7015490454234102631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7015490454234102631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7015490454234102631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-me-tender.html' title='Love Me Tender'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RsUzpOOrctI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VL1uKG4WPEo/s72-c/Dave+and+Anne+feb+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-4470396160970168220</id><published>2007-08-15T09:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:47:40.331+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Reading through the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are like me, you've tried many ways of reading through the Bible in a year.  It usually starts as a New Year's resolution in January.  You begin like gangbusters in Genesis and you are still going strong as you plow through the stories in Exodus.  Sometime in February, like a poor diet or exercise plan, you get bogged down in Leviticus and decide to give it up for Lent.  Recently, I have been discipling a new believer.  When he asked about the best way to read the Bible, I began a search for a Bible reading plan for him.  I have found a plan that doesn't start in Genesis and take you straight through to the book of Revelation.  Each day of the week is devoted to a different section of the Bible.  One day you read from the Epistles, another day from the Law, another from the History, then Psalms, Poetry, Prophecies, and finally the Gospels.  You are receiving an overview from all sections of the Bible every week...and you won't even begin reading in Leviticus until the 24th week of the plan!  I'm going to give it an honest try.  Won't you join me?  Click &lt;a href="http://www.campusfire.com/sites/default/files/bible-plan.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a link to a printable pdf of this plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-4470396160970168220?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/4470396160970168220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=4470396160970168220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4470396160970168220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/4470396160970168220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/reading-through-bible.html' title='Reading through the Bible'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-5115291550506021004</id><published>2007-08-13T08:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:09:14.722+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>A week in the life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just so you don't get the impression that my life is one big vacation, I thought I'd share a bit of my life this past week or two.  I preached in our congregation the last two weeks.  My text was John 15 where Jesus says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abide in Me.  &lt;/span&gt;The first week the sermon topic was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abiding in the Truth &lt;/span&gt;and this past weekend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abiding in Love.&lt;/span&gt;  I devoted a good deal of time each day to sermon preparation and study.  Each day I set out to accomplish some necessary task that has been neglected during the busy school year.  One morning was devoted to taking the car in for its 75K check-up which included a new set of brakes.  While the car was in the shop I walked over to the office of my cell phone company to rework the contract.  I wrote and faxed a letter to the immigration office regarding my visa status (in the local language, of course).  I tried to open a new bank account since we live in a new part of town.  Here, the branch where you open your account is  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your branch &lt;/span&gt;where you must conduct your business.  If you move, you must travel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your branch&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or close your account and open a new one at a different branch, even if it is at the same bank. One morning I stood in line at the Post Office to pay some bills. The Post Office is a catch-all for mail, bill paying, check cashing, etc. etc. If you don't like waiting in lines, don't move overseas.  Finally, one morning was dedicated to the License Bureau to give them my new address.  There is no such thing as forwarding mail when you move, so you must return to your old residence to collect mail until you notify all of your creditors of your new address.  My oldest son began a school project yesterday of 40 hours of community service.  He was assigned to a local vets office to clean cages and walk the dogs-something which he didn't seem to mind.  In reality, my life is probably not a whole lot different from yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-5115291550506021004?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5115291550506021004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=5115291550506021004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5115291550506021004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5115291550506021004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-in-life.html' title='A week in the life...'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-5920019771768697990</id><published>2007-08-10T15:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:55:37.426+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Rhodes, Greece vacation photos (July 07)</title><content type='html'>He we are, riding donkeys in Lindos on the way to the Acropolis, on a boat on the Aegean Sea, and in Old Town Rhodes.  The mountains in the background is the country of Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxdOuFZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kon2LbBaOAY/s1600-h/Rhodes+07-2007+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxdOuFZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kon2LbBaOAY/s200/Rhodes+07-2007+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097051385746809634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxeA-FZ40I/AAAAAAAAADM/irpScoLHUWs/s1600-h/Rhodes+07-2007+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxeA-FZ40I/AAAAAAAAADM/irpScoLHUWs/s200/Rhodes+07-2007+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097052249035236162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rrxcs-FZ4xI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7itmqbHYB9M/s1600-h/Rhodes+07-2007+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rrxcs-FZ4xI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7itmqbHYB9M/s200/Rhodes+07-2007+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050805926224658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rrxde-FZ4zI/AAAAAAAAADE/xBgtzXfO0zE/s1600-h/Rhodes+07-2007+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rrxde-FZ4zI/AAAAAAAAADE/xBgtzXfO0zE/s200/Rhodes+07-2007+224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097051664919683890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxcVuFZ4wI/AAAAAAAAACs/t0ZZ3oMv8mI/s1600-h/Rhodes+07-2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxcVuFZ4wI/AAAAAAAAACs/t0ZZ3oMv8mI/s200/Rhodes+07-2007+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050406494266114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxcCuFZ4vI/AAAAAAAAACk/wUvJFuvqUUA/s1600-h/Rhodes+07-2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxcCuFZ4vI/AAAAAAAAACk/wUvJFuvqUUA/s200/Rhodes+07-2007+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050080076751602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-5920019771768697990?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/5920019771768697990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=5920019771768697990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5920019771768697990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/5920019771768697990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/rhodes-greece-vacation-photos-july-07.html' title='Rhodes, Greece vacation photos (July 07)'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxdOuFZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kon2LbBaOAY/s72-c/Rhodes+07-2007+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-7162432904472750551</id><published>2007-08-10T14:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:13:55.530+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Summer vacation photos-Jordan</title><content type='html'>Enjoy these photos from July during our trips to Jordan. The photos include St. George's Church in Madaba, the Madaba mosaic map of Jerusalem, the YMCA in Amman, Mt. Nebo, and Jerash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxYxuFZ4uI/AAAAAAAAACc/2mDo-UbiSHw/s1600-h/jordan+vacation+summer+07+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxYxuFZ4uI/AAAAAAAAACc/2mDo-UbiSHw/s200/jordan+vacation+summer+07+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097046489484092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxSXOFZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tXdbcynm3Bo/s1600-h/jordan+vacation+summer+07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxSXOFZ4pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tXdbcynm3Bo/s200/jordan+vacation+summer+07+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097039437147792018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxTcuFZ4sI/AAAAAAAAACM/t7UcZ1dKtyU/s1600-h/jordan+vacation+summer+07+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxTcuFZ4sI/AAAAAAAAACM/t7UcZ1dKtyU/s200/jordan+vacation+summer+07+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097040631148700354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxUAuFZ4tI/AAAAAAAAACU/hbHCzswz9_Q/s1600-h/jordan+vacation+summer+07+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxUAuFZ4tI/AAAAAAAAACU/hbHCzswz9_Q/s200/jordan+vacation+summer+07+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097041249623990994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxTI-FZ4rI/AAAAAAAAACE/tPTN6OrG0SQ/s1600-h/jordan+vacation+summer+07+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxTI-FZ4rI/AAAAAAAAACE/tPTN6OrG0SQ/s200/jordan+vacation+summer+07+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097040291846283954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxStOFZ4qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sxB4Z5XTV60/s1600-h/jordan+vacation+summer+07+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxStOFZ4qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sxB4Z5XTV60/s200/jordan+vacation+summer+07+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097039815104914082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-7162432904472750551?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/7162432904472750551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=7162432904472750551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7162432904472750551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/7162432904472750551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-vacation-photos.html' title='Summer vacation photos-Jordan'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/RrxYxuFZ4uI/AAAAAAAAACc/2mDo-UbiSHw/s72-c/jordan+vacation+summer+07+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165973302120690920.post-3396732427047926225</id><published>2007-08-08T15:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:16:05.046+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Lazy days of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a recent trip to visit friends in Amman, Jordan, I took the opportunity to visit the ancient city of &lt;a href="http://www.bibleplaces.com/gerasa.htm"&gt;Jerash&lt;/a&gt;.  This ancient Greco-Roman city is still used for festivals and events, hence the coke machine amidst the ruins.  During this vacation, we also visited the Byzantine church in Madaba where the oldest map of Jerusalem was found in a mosaic on the floor.  In addition to sightseeing, we also made lots of time for swimming, eating out, shopping, and just hanging out with our friends.  This was our first vacation in over a year, so we didn't mind the large amounts of inactivity.  We were able to spend 4 days on the ancient Greek island of Rhodes, as well.  We visited the sight of the Colossus of Rhodes, Old Town Rhodes, and the Acropolis at Lindos.  One of the highlights, for the kids, at least, was swimming in the middle of the Aegean Sea when the boat anchored for a mid-day break.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rrmv_OFZ4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sbQKzMQD5w8/s1600-h/coke+machine+in+jerash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rrmv_OFZ4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sbQKzMQD5w8/s320/coke+machine+in+jerash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096297953993810434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165973302120690920-3396732427047926225?l=onthespiceroute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/feeds/3396732427047926225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165973302120690920&amp;postID=3396732427047926225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/3396732427047926225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165973302120690920/posts/default/3396732427047926225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onthespiceroute.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazy-days-of-summer.html' title='Lazy days of summer'/><author><name>Spiceman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08755334732076520982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDiSv22d_s/Rrmv_OFZ4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sbQKzMQD5w8/s72-c/coke+machine+in+jerash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
