<?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-5151376539444093876</id><updated>2012-02-13T05:06:26.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections In Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my small niche on the net about faith, theology, family, news, politics, technology and other topics</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1257720652153193568</id><published>2012-02-12T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T05:06:26.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those With Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_OvwKjJJ0M/TzkKAnqjzuI/AAAAAAAACRc/rJXUIYieLXM/s1600/Mesa%2BTrip%2B%252822%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_OvwKjJJ0M/TzkKAnqjzuI/AAAAAAAACRc/rJXUIYieLXM/s200/Mesa%2BTrip%2B%252822%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708605008432582370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost someone I loved. Yes, most of the undoing or should I say seperating lies at my feet. I let someone go that I loved with my whole heart. I poured two years into a relationship that I didn't want to end. But, sometimes life can be cruel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go west young man" was my motto. Although I'm not that young anymore, but not really old, it was more of a middle-aged man trying to make his last comeback at love. As I parted to head west, I didn't look back. I went with full abandon. I left with very little materially, but a heart full of love and anticipation. Things went well at first I believe. Then, as it always does, real life sets in. A person loses what they fell in love with at the start. It never intends to start out that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it two years. Even friends wondered why I put so much effort into it. This sounds like it comes from a cheap dime-store novel but very true: I did it for love. Sure it's kind of a worn out phrase but, nonetheless, true. I know the other party tried as well. For you see, I can be a very difficult person to live with. It does take two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know at this point is that I wonder if I will survive this? I'm sure I will. I've survived a lot in my life. Loved ones that have passed on, dreams that were shattered like broken glass and visions of "way beyond the blue" that turned into grey. The other party may not believe this or maybe she does: I won't forget her. And a part of me will always love her. I tried. So did she. I only wish her the best. I was hoping it would be me. In the end as one of my favorite actors put it so aptly, "women and I just end up crying." I've done a lot of that. At least I was man enough to say it. Even the great King David cried a bed full of tears. But at the same time we revel in his great oratory in the Psalms that have comforted us so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left to go west over two years ago I sat in a friend's office. I told him that this was my last chance at love. If it didn't work, I was done. I believe I am. Before I left the west to come back home I prayed, "God, please protect me, keep me safe traveling, and let me see my family one more time before I pass out of this life." I'm sure that God isn't done with me yet. I do know that whatever days I have left, they are the Lord's. I owe him everything that I have. It's all his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to Chey. I gladly say this for anyone to read. Especially to you. Thank you for giving me two wonderful years of your life. You lavished your love upon me. You always said that I fought many demons. I wanted love so much but at times I held it at arm's length. You are right. I guess I didn't get that part right. I don't know where you will go from here. Just know that I hold no bitterness in my heart, no rancor, no hatred, only hurt from not having you and a heart that still loves you. Live life. Love life. And, love the Lord. When it's all said and done, He's the only one that will be of most importance. You allowed me to love one last time in my life. I know it cost you two years. But, they weren't wasted, I carry them in my heart. I know you'll probably move on and someone will grab you up in a hurry. In one sense I will be hurt, but thinking of you alone would make me sad. May God hold you tightly in His everlasting arms. I will remember all the good times, the joy, the laughter and the tears. I can't believe this. But, it is now, what it is! I'll miss you. May God bless all your days. Thanks for loving me the way you did. I'm eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life on this side of heaven is short, and if a man finds even a "portion" of love here, then he is greatly blessed. Isn't that what we all long for? Love and acceptance. Dearest Chyleen: I'll always pray for your life to be blessed beyond measure. Thanks for allowing me to share your life for the time we had. You'll truly be missed. May you find all the love that you so deserve. That is my prayer for you. Be well as you live out your life here on this earth. God loves you so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1257720652153193568?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1257720652153193568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-those-with-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1257720652153193568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1257720652153193568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-those-with-heart.html' title='For Those With Heart'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_OvwKjJJ0M/TzkKAnqjzuI/AAAAAAAACRc/rJXUIYieLXM/s72-c/Mesa%2BTrip%2B%252822%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3341812045451964800</id><published>2012-01-16T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:31:00.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Bay Does It To Themselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnebTk2LGR8/TxRQvexoFeI/AAAAAAAACQE/gQfmZ6uaiLw/s1600/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnebTk2LGR8/TxRQvexoFeI/AAAAAAAACQE/gQfmZ6uaiLw/s200/gb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698268205175805410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's over. For me anyway. Football for the year is done. Man, I love Green Bay but if they played every week like they did yesterday, you'd never know they were last year's Super Bowl Champions. Maybe it was that they had a couple of weeks off without playing. But, I don't want to give them an "excuse" for losing. With all due credit to the Giants, they played an incredible game. Green Bay pretty much beat themselves. Of course, technically, the Giants beat Green Bay. But most of you get my drift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If San Francisco takes it that would be alright. But again, it really doesn't matter to me now. I have to refocus. It's only a game. I know how on edge I got during the World Series and the Rangers went down the way they did. In two games they were one strike away from winning and blew it. I used to laugh at those that got emotionally charged at a game. Then I found myself doing it. Well, now I can relax. Green Bay is out and I really don't mind who wins it now. As the old saying goes, "there are bigger fish to fry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, sports can be an escape and that's fine. But, when you look at the news, and the state of our nation, there are bigger things to take my attention. Well, it's a Monday. The start of a new week. And...Our God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3341812045451964800?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3341812045451964800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2012/01/green-bay-does-it-to-themselves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3341812045451964800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3341812045451964800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2012/01/green-bay-does-it-to-themselves.html' title='Green Bay Does It To Themselves'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnebTk2LGR8/TxRQvexoFeI/AAAAAAAACQE/gQfmZ6uaiLw/s72-c/gb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-167278117327130575</id><published>2012-01-15T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:23:09.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver goes down, My hope is Green Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf3MGz8h08A/TxMJmtDDoYI/AAAAAAAACPg/mojDSS6Njiw/s1600/brady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf3MGz8h08A/TxMJmtDDoYI/AAAAAAAACPg/mojDSS6Njiw/s200/brady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697908514085904770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a beating. Not just a game, but a beating. Denver lost to New England by the score of 45 to 10. However, I have to give credit to Tom Brady that he did play an amazing game.&lt;br /&gt;The news read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tom Brady calls signals in Foxborough on Saturday during his record-setting six-TD performance in the Patriots' 45-10 rout of Tim Tebow and the Broncos." So if you're a fan of Denver or not, Brady pulled off a fine performance in last night's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could go on and on about the media shark pool going after Tebow. That's been debated enough and I'll let it go at that. However, my big game is today. Green Bay with home advantage takes on the New York Giants. The Giants really beat the Falcons in a big way with their win over them by 24 to 2. Sure, I'm hoping that Green Bay wins. It would be great to see Green Bay win two years in a row in the Super Bowl. However, I am a realist. They could go down. Even if they do, they had a great season and played well. If they do win the Super Bowl, I will be elated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be interesting if Green Bay pulls off a win against New York they would then play San Francisco. That was an amazing game in itself against New Orleans. It went back and forth towards the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LO83wc157AA/TxMJu9vI8SI/AAAAAAAACPs/jsUcnYC7jlw/s1600/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LO83wc157AA/TxMJu9vI8SI/AAAAAAAACPs/jsUcnYC7jlw/s200/gb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697908656004722978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if San Francisco does beat Green Bay if the Pack gets to play them, I'll still go for San Fran the rest of the way. I normally want any team that beats Green Bay to lose. But in this case, I defer to change my thinking. Not that any of us has done that! Grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ld3F6dWKIiE/TxMKl417e9I/AAAAAAAACP4/JSjB-h7iqG0/s1600/a%2Bsan%2Bfran%2B49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ld3F6dWKIiE/TxMKl417e9I/AAAAAAAACP4/JSjB-h7iqG0/s200/a%2Bsan%2Bfran%2B49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697909599583828946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's only a football game. And many don't like sports. That's okay. However, there are a lot of worse things to watch, like reality TV shows! Ugh. Anyway, I hope Rodgers and company can hold their own and take down the Giants as David took down that dreaded Philistine. On tomorrow's blog I will be rejoicing or lamenting. Ha. Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-167278117327130575?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/167278117327130575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2012/01/denver-goes-down-my-hope-is-green-bay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/167278117327130575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/167278117327130575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2012/01/denver-goes-down-my-hope-is-green-bay.html' title='Denver goes down, My hope is Green Bay'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf3MGz8h08A/TxMJmtDDoYI/AAAAAAAACPg/mojDSS6Njiw/s72-c/brady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1448428215594645545</id><published>2011-12-31T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:28:38.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UsESxPw40g/Tv9wUkQHqyI/AAAAAAAACPU/e944Le75Oqg/s1600/HPNY%2B2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UsESxPw40g/Tv9wUkQHqyI/AAAAAAAACPU/e944Le75Oqg/s200/HPNY%2B2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692391952650578722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are a day away from the New Year. As always, people are making their new year resolutions. And there are some that are giving themselves a reason to party and to be in debauchery. As if they need a reason. But, as the New Year enters, people are going through their hangovers and the resolutions fail, so goes the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attitude for 2012? Those of us that believe in our Lord Jesus Christ will strive to be closer and more like our Lord in the New Year. There are many things too that face us financially, physically and spiritually. Our country too is in dire straits. I remind myself that with each New Year that God is in control. He has my life in His hands and I trust in Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was a difficult year for many people. I pray that we all draw closer to our Lord for the next year. Things on this earth are happening at an exponential speed. I firmly believe that the clock is pointing even closer to the coming our our Lord. May we be found closer to Him and doing what He has called us to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the one firm foundation we can all rely on. Plus in closing I'm grateful for the things the Lord has seen me through. I rely on His grace daily. Who knows what this new year will hold. All I know is that I want to be closer to Him than ever. May the Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1448428215594645545?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1448428215594645545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1448428215594645545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1448428215594645545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UsESxPw40g/Tv9wUkQHqyI/AAAAAAAACPU/e944Le75Oqg/s72-c/HPNY%2B2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-187560380230905865</id><published>2011-12-30T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:57:26.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Political Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KW6hbDRZQwQ/Tv4kznqv-pI/AAAAAAAACPI/QB-3gyaiJlI/s1600/GOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KW6hbDRZQwQ/Tv4kznqv-pI/AAAAAAAACPI/QB-3gyaiJlI/s200/GOP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692027448283101842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, just as a primer, I'm getting back in the groove of writing. I didn't think I'd miss this little blog of mine. But after looking back over past posts I had forgotten some of the things I had written and remembering some events that occurred on certain dates. I have a fondness for writing even if no one else reads it at all. I had a couple readers at one time. But, I write more for the joy of it than for it to be read by others. However, if you do read it, I'm more than thrilled. Today, I'm just posting a thought or two and I'll really dig in more this weekend or the first of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of the political mess that's going on. I have noticed on Facebook a lot of comments concerning the GOP runners. It doesn't seem we have any real solid contenders to take lead. One of my friends, Joel, said we cannot find another Reagan. Boy, has he got that right. Plus, who'd want all that scrutiny anyway? I was wondering why someone would want to run and possibly take over the great mess that the current administration has us in? Really, who would want that job? Rhetorical? Maybe not. There seems to be plenty who'd love to be the leader of the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished watching the series on "John Adams." This was a pivotal time for our country. Adams was overlooked I think in the big picture. He did a lot to help this country become a free nation, independent,and to help in the Declaration and so much more. We came real close for the Declaration to "not" even come into being. Back then, these founders would rather have suffered in many ways for they believed in freedom so much. They didn't worry about the press, polls and other such things. They had this dream of being a republic. Many put their lives on the line to secure the freedom of this nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have today is those that run for the office and many do it for the wrong reason. They will waffle on their opinions and views just to get elected. And it takes enormous amounts of money to get them the "highest seat in the land." Oh, how we have fallen so. I'm not saying our Founding Fathers were perfect. They certainly were not. They had their faults. They wanted freedom but thought owning slaves was okay. That's just one example. There are more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in perilous times. High unemployment, businesses closing, the dollar at a low, our Triple A rating shot, et.al. Again, I don't know why someone would want the job. But, someone has to do it. And I hope it's someone that has a conviction in their heart for God and His precepts. I think it was in the movie on Adams where someone said, "If men were angels we'd have no need for government." How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I certainly believe we are closing in on the end times. Where we are at on the prophetical clock "exactly" I don't know. I DO know we are close. As believers we are called to pray for those in authority. We may not like who is in there, but we are called to pray. And let's pray that whomever is elected that we continue to pray. Really when it all boils down it comes down to this for me: Even so come quickly Lord Jesus. When He eventually rules from the Throne of David, it will be in righteousness. Have a great weekend everyone. And, it sure felt good to type again. I smile as I end this post! Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-187560380230905865?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/187560380230905865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2011/12/odds-and-ends-and-political-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/187560380230905865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/187560380230905865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2011/12/odds-and-ends-and-political-mess.html' title='The Political Mess'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KW6hbDRZQwQ/Tv4kznqv-pI/AAAAAAAACPI/QB-3gyaiJlI/s72-c/GOP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4432034427327977916</id><published>2011-12-30T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:26:22.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnMj0lgsvsA/Tv3UfkA7n5I/AAAAAAAACOM/LLiAM87EAno/s1600/100_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnMj0lgsvsA/Tv3UfkA7n5I/AAAAAAAACOM/LLiAM87EAno/s200/100_1349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691939142774792082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no news flash here! I've seriously neglected this blog as I said before. And, maybe I will be the only one who reads it. But, as I looked through this blog it jogged my memory of so many things. I think I want to write again! I got so hooked on Facebook that I dumped this entirely, not consciously though. On Facebook we can write notes and make comments, but on here I can truly write what I feel. And of course, you my friends, if you do read it may have differing opinions than mine. But, that makes us all unique. I respect those that have other viewpoints. I just sense this need to write again. As always, it will be a hodgepodge of different topics like theology, faith, sports, music and movies. So, in the title, "I'm back!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4432034427327977916?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4432034427327977916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4432034427327977916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4432034427327977916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-back.html' title='Making The Return'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnMj0lgsvsA/Tv3UfkA7n5I/AAAAAAAACOM/LLiAM87EAno/s72-c/100_1349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4391940189816201097</id><published>2010-04-12T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:53:33.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring In Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/S8OWM7cM7hI/AAAAAAAACMQ/SAtUk3BZWh8/s1600/100_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/S8OWM7cM7hI/AAAAAAAACMQ/SAtUk3BZWh8/s200/100_0860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459372322161749522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seriously neglected this blog for way too long. Ever since my last post, things have really moved ahead. I don't want to abandon this old friend of mine: the blog. I know my writings will never be remembered in history and I'll never be famous, but that's okay. I just love to write. This just reminds me of a few lines out of a Don Henley song that says, "Some things have happened since the last time we spoke, some of them are funny, some of them ain't no joke!" How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Utah, got engaged, had out-patient surgery done on my heart, signed up for classes at UVU, working on a book and hoping to launch some kind of broadcast show by next spring. And...trying to find a part time job to supplement all of this! God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll post this on Facebook. Maybe I might still have a couple readers left. May the peace of Christ be with you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4391940189816201097?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4391940189816201097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-in-utah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4391940189816201097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4391940189816201097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-in-utah.html' title='Spring In Utah'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/S8OWM7cM7hI/AAAAAAAACMQ/SAtUk3BZWh8/s72-c/100_0860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2531918048822521296</id><published>2009-07-22T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:24:57.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Bell Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SmfXnuEmJWI/AAAAAAAACKo/tX0fnq-XODE/s1600-h/taco-bell-pd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 79px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SmfXnuEmJWI/AAAAAAAACKo/tX0fnq-XODE/s200/taco-bell-pd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361490958790042978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the old Taco Bell commercials when they had the Taco Bell chihuahua. Well, Gidget passed away Tuesday at fifteen. I never knew though that the dog was female. I loved the sayings, "Yo Quiero Taco Bell" and "Viva Gorditas." I had two of the stuffed dogs. I don't know what happened to them. Anyway those were some of the best commercials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even created a character dog on Photoshop called "Chico." My inspiration came from the Taco Bell dog. The Taco Bell commercials with that dog were too funny. It sure beats the commercials that my friend Roger and I can't stand that go "Go meat!" from Hillshire Farms. Oh man, I couldn't take that commercial. Neither could Roger on Big Doofus' blog. However, I'll never forget those classic Taco Bell dog commercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2531918048822521296?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2531918048822521296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/taco-bell-blues.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2531918048822521296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2531918048822521296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/taco-bell-blues.html' title='Taco Bell Blues'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SmfXnuEmJWI/AAAAAAAACKo/tX0fnq-XODE/s72-c/taco-bell-pd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2672691115551049763</id><published>2009-07-18T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:24:09.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canine Lessons Revisited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SmKLbGYWuzI/AAAAAAAACKI/Bjf7rL2f-rc/s1600-h/friendly_pals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SmKLbGYWuzI/AAAAAAAACKI/Bjf7rL2f-rc/s200/friendly_pals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359999804209806130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a repeat.  But, my brother enjoyed it so much.  Today he reminded me that I wrote it.  Frankly I forgot that I had.  He said it was the ending that had him in stitches.  Well, here it is again.  Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll fess up! Tonight I was somewhat bewildered with a person. Like that would be the first time it happened, not! I have the mistaken notion that if I'm always nice, other people will be too. Not gonna happen. However, I still think it's contagious to be nice and maybe a larger percentage of people will be nice in return. But, this man wasn't going to budge. Have you ever heard the saying, "His face is so long he could eat oats out of a half-inch gas pipe?" Ha. I did everything but cartwheels (and please don't ask me to do that) to be friendly. It wasn't going to work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I thought about an old proverb we've all heard, I think we have anyway. "Walk softly around others for you don't know what burdens they are carrying." I guess I didn't think about that sooner. Maybe he's going through some tough ordeal. Maybe something rankled him today. Did he lose something precious to him? A myriad of things popped up as I thought about it. Or maybe he's, just, well, miserable. Some people just are. It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I have my days too. Things don't go according to plan, a snag gets put in the way or something justs goes haywire. So, that's why I put the picture above. If these two canines can get along as pals...where does the human race fit in? The word Homo Sapien comes from the Latin meaning, "wise man" or "knowing man." Then, why does it take the animal kingdom sometimes to show us "humans" simple things? You come home, and there's the family dog waiting to greet you! Unconditional love. But, "we" humans tend to forget, don't we? I know I do at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know what was under this man's skin tonight. I confess, I need to understand more at times. And...by chance...if the guy was just a misanthropic soul like Jack Nicholson was in "As Good As It Gets", all we can do is pray. Plus, not become the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the picture above. I can just hear the one saying to the other, "Hey Brutus, It'll be okay, Fifi just didn't love you, but there's always someone else. Have you thought of dating Biddy?" Brutus replies, "Rambo, Biddy is a terrier, I can't go there. Maybe I'll go down to the shelter and see if Zoe isn't busy. She's a bit wired, but all chihuahuas can't be that way!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe my story fell flat, but at least enjoy the pic! Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2672691115551049763?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2672691115551049763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/canine-lessons-revisited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2672691115551049763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2672691115551049763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/canine-lessons-revisited.html' title='Canine Lessons Revisited!'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SmKLbGYWuzI/AAAAAAAACKI/Bjf7rL2f-rc/s72-c/friendly_pals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-6621375777444775400</id><published>2009-07-07T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:19:54.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Means And Opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SlO76YmXI3I/AAAAAAAACKA/6kUthV5kD2Y/s1600-h/michael+in+blue.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SlO76YmXI3I/AAAAAAAACKA/6kUthV5kD2Y/s200/michael+in+blue.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355830993583809394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the memorial of Michael Jackson. Obviously unless someone is hidden in a cave somewhere, everyone knows about his demise. I just wanted to make a couple of observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on the face of the earth is born in God's image. Regardless of rich, poor, skilled, unskilled, celebrity, farmer, attorney: We all are human and made in the image of God. Plus, we all face the same questions in life and desire some of the same needs. Doesn't everyone desire to be loved and accepted? My question is rhetorical at best. The obvious answer is "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of the old children's game that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gypsy, Gypsy, tell it me&lt;br /&gt;What’s my fortune going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor,&lt;br /&gt;Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, Thief&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me true.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m grown what will I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So regardless of our lot in life, we all want to be loved and accepted. That is unless the person is a total sociopath. (But, even then, I think before they get to that point, they wanted the same thing.) So, celebrities are no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second point seems rather simple but I'll throw it in anyway. Many celebrities suffer from the human condition like the rest of us. But, because of status, means, money and opportunity, they can destroy their lives much more quickly. Think of Elvis Presley as an example. He dabbled in mysticism and drugs. The latter did him in. So, in Michael Jackson's case, he probably suffered emotionally and used his money to try to find the answers to the things that troubled him. I think the same can be said of Howard Hughes, Judy Garland and so many others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, we all need Christ. So a person can do many things. They can come to the cross of Christ and be saved. Or, they can go on a life-long search burning up time, money and energy looking for a way to be at peace. Unfortunately, many don't want to yield to the authority of Christ. So they try it their own way. And, we know, (those of us who know Christ anyway) that man doing it their own way just leads to frustration and being separated from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God takes no pleasure in the death of the wicked. As far as Michael Jackson is concerned, of course God only knows if he was a believer. But, the scriptures say "by their fruits you will know them." It doesn't look good. Maybe it's good that some people don't get fame, fortune and money. For if they did, they could destroy themselves faster. It's better to have little and to know Christ than to have plenty and leave it all behind. We all know the verse, "What shall it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul?" (paraphrase.) May the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-6621375777444775400?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6621375777444775400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/means-and-opportunity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6621375777444775400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6621375777444775400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/means-and-opportunity.html' title='The Means And Opportunity'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SlO76YmXI3I/AAAAAAAACKA/6kUthV5kD2Y/s72-c/michael+in+blue.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2212894905174849855</id><published>2009-07-03T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:21:34.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sk4Nk6_naVI/AAAAAAAACJ4/ECfsO7Ar9DI/s1600-h/4th+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sk4Nk6_naVI/AAAAAAAACJ4/ECfsO7Ar9DI/s200/4th+flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354231934952630610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really goes without saying about the real reason for the fourth of July.  My commentary is simple.  I have nothing against people seeing one another, a parade, a firework or two, etc.  But, I hope that the new generation of young people growing up remember what this day really stands for.  Sure, our country has its share of problems, but I hope we never forget the freedoms that we still enjoy.  Some of those freedoms seem to be eroding day by day.  May we remember what tomorrow really stands for and be thankful for a God that allows us to still live in a country, albeit with problems, that is still greater than so much of the rest of the world. Happy Fourth Of July everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2212894905174849855?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2212894905174849855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2212894905174849855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2212894905174849855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth Of July'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sk4Nk6_naVI/AAAAAAAACJ4/ECfsO7Ar9DI/s72-c/4th+flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4479698260662793526</id><published>2009-06-29T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:34:23.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madoff And Remorse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SkkGauNZU-I/AAAAAAAACJw/QBGAXX7LTLk/s1600-h/madoff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SkkGauNZU-I/AAAAAAAACJw/QBGAXX7LTLk/s200/madoff1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352816688257127394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never happy when someone falls. However, all must give an account of their actions. Here's a comment from today's news on Bernard Madoff's statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered applause and whoops broke out in the crowded Manhattan courtroom after U.S. District Judge Denny Chin issued the maximum sentence to the 71-year-old defendant, who said he lives "in a tormented state now, knowing all the pain and suffering I've created." (From the AP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, no one should ever gloat over someones failures. I should hasten to add that those who do terrible things must be punished. That goes with reason. But, this is what I hear from so many that get "caught." Madoff says, "I'm in a tormented state now, knowing the pain and suffering I've created." Obviously I don't know the man's heart. Only God does. Let me add a comment though. Would Madoff say this "if" he hadn't been caught? Again, only God knows. It seems so convenient to say "I'm sorry" once you've been caught. "If" the person while committing atrocities knows it's wrong and they feel bad about it, stop! And...so goes the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4479698260662793526?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4479698260662793526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/madoff-and-remorse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4479698260662793526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4479698260662793526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/madoff-and-remorse.html' title='Madoff And Remorse'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SkkGauNZU-I/AAAAAAAACJw/QBGAXX7LTLk/s72-c/madoff1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4849388117773377075</id><published>2009-06-27T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:16:10.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SkaMEjiGAaI/AAAAAAAACJo/mldDtzRaKq4/s1600-h/essential+jackson.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SkaMEjiGAaI/AAAAAAAACJo/mldDtzRaKq4/s200/essential+jackson.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352119217062019490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's obviously enough press over Michael Jackson. There's not much anyone can really add to what is being written. I can only make the following observations. Sure, he was eccentric and accused of many things. He also was very gifted as well. My take is this: Regardless of what someone thinks of Michael, he was still a human being in need of a savior! Do we ever really stop to think about actors, singers, entertainers as being "real" people aside from their stage performances? And...do we think to pray for these people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the money in the world cannot save a soul. I've often commented to others that those in Hollywood, Nashville or anywhere else for that matter need a savior. Even Shia LaBeouf said there was something missing in his life. Elvis obviously dabbled in mysticism, drugs, and other vices looking for the answer.  Sure, we all must answer for our lives before God someday.  I just think if some would show compassion to a lost and dying world maybe more would be going to the altar.  Just my humble take.  Remember, God takes no pleasure in the death of the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that so many who do have the money and fame use it to destroy themselves faster than others.  I can't help but think of the old song I love so much, "Only Jesus Can Satisfy Your Soul" written by Lanny Wolfe.  Of course scripture too says, "What shall a man profit if he gains the world and loses his soul?"  I think the question is obviously answered.  It's really sad that a man comes down to the end of his life at fifty with just a chimp named Bubbles as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END NOTE:  Of the subject, but I know my blogging has been sparse.  I really write for my own enjoyment.  It's like an online journal.  However, I can actually just journal offline using Word.  If there are a few of you that read my blog or just "lurk" could I ask you to leave a comment if you still enjoy the blog?  I would appreciate it.  I know my friend Roger has felt that way too.  Thanks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4849388117773377075?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4849388117773377075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4849388117773377075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4849388117773377075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SkaMEjiGAaI/AAAAAAAACJo/mldDtzRaKq4/s72-c/essential+jackson.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-7649186186708848827</id><published>2009-06-10T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:07:15.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SjAoze0kMNI/AAAAAAAACIc/SREqDVEGfNo/s1600-h/tugofwar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SjAoze0kMNI/AAAAAAAACIc/SREqDVEGfNo/s200/tugofwar.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345817622600757458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was sitting with my legs crossed on the floor with the other students. I was wearing my traditional white "gi." The name given to the martial arts outfit I was wearing. I had just attained my blue belt after completing the first of four phases on becoming a black belt. Every night after entering the "dojo" or the training place, our instructor would have an object lesson for us. So, as we would begin our stretching for the night's grueling action he would teach us. This night he taught us the art of understanding others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember verbatim what he said but the idea of it did stick with me. His basic premise is that we too often have our own ideas and thoughts in mind that we don't really stop to listen to what the other person has to say. He said we should be quiet long enough, open our mind to the other person, let them speak and really try to understand where that person is coming from. He likened it to a tug of war. Too many times, we are tugging at a rope trying to get that other person to come over the "line" to our way of thinking. Instead, it's easier to at times, to drop the rope, cross the line to their side, and listen to them! Now, he wasn't saying we would always agree one-hundred percent, but we'd be far better off if we tried that approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that I've always followed that premise all the time. Unfortunately, because I'm so very human and flawed, I have failed to do that at times. There have been times in my life when I've accomplished that very well. I always wondered though: Why did it work so well sometimes and not well at other times? I think I know my answer. The times when it worked the best was when I was truly listening to God's voice and walking his way. When I stray from that, then is when I find understanding a bit harder to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As human beings we all want our way! Really, don't we? It's about us! I have one friend who jokes with me and says, "It's all about me, Randy, it's all about me!" and just laughs. He's toying with me. But, without the Holy Spirit guiding our lives we can become one-sided, tunnel vision sets in and we can't see past the hallway. When the Holy Spirit truly takes control, we can clearly let him lead the way and look out for others in our lives! I'm reminded of a sermon my friend Bob had spoken on many years ago. It came out of my favorite inspirational book of the New Testament, Philippians. (My favorite doctrinal book of the NT is Romans. Yes, they both contain doctrine, but Philippians is my emotional favorite.) The verses were: "Don't just look out after your own things, but look out after the things of others!" (Paraphrase.) Philippians 2:4. Now, that doesn't mean being a busy body, but truly looking out for the interests of others as we look out for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today I received two emails. One from a friend in Illinois that I care deeply for but I needed to understand him more. The second from a friend here at home where she was asking for understanding of something that is going on in her life. I spoke to my brother about both of these communiques. I mentioned to him that I had drifted to some degree and I needed to really "understand" more than what I had been doing the past week. So, I endeavored today to do just that! Plus, in addition, there are times when I have to ask friends and family to bear with me or to try to "understand" what I'm going through. See, in understanding, we don't always have to know exactly what the person is going through, but we can "seek" to comfort, care and show concern during that process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I'm on my knees a lot in prayer asking that I understand better the needs of those around me. I also have to get "myself" out of the way at times so I can better hear what God "is" trying to tell me. I have to drop the rope, quit playing "tug-of-war" and step over the line and really listen. That even goes with the Lord himself too! Didn't he say, "Come let us reason together?" He did. I'm loosely using that line for God was talking about man's sin and God's forgiveness. So, if anything today, I'm asking God to help me to understand more. There are times when I don't understand him either. Go figure. But, when my struggle is finally over, I finally come to the Lord's side of thinking and say, "God you know best!" And he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, a memory from 1993 of a martial arts instructor came back to me and did me a lot of good. I refer to this novel a lot but it's an oldie but a goodie. Axel Jordache in the novel "Rich Man Poor Man" said, "no one really understands anybody in this world." In essence he's right. But, if we truly make it a cognitive thought and act upon it, we can all do a bit better. Well boys and girls that's it for today. May the love or our Lord be with us all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-7649186186708848827?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7649186186708848827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/art-of-understanding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7649186186708848827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7649186186708848827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/art-of-understanding.html' title='The Art Of Understanding'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SjAoze0kMNI/AAAAAAAACIc/SREqDVEGfNo/s72-c/tugofwar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3249782276683854204</id><published>2009-06-08T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:45:53.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hughes' H1 Racer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Si0S6dGu-vI/AAAAAAAACIU/Il60zkhc4G0/s1600-h/h1+racer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Si0S6dGu-vI/AAAAAAAACIU/Il60zkhc4G0/s200/h1+racer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344949128213232370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I've had an interest in the life of Howard Hughes. Actually, on two fronts.  One, his love of aviation and also what caused this man of incredible talent to self-destruct the way he did.  In the picture above is the H1 racer.  Some called it "an engine with a saddle strapped on it!"  Hughes even had the rivets flush with the body to avoid drag and increase speed.  At the time he set a new world's record with a speed of 352 miles an hour.  He however, stayed up in the plane too long, ran out of fuel, but was able to land his craft, landing gear up, and raised the pitch of the plane to land in a beet field!  He survived.  Upon arriving to help him, his workers came up to him and all he said was, "She'll go faster!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to D.C. three times.  For some reason I never got to the Air and Space Museum.  That's where the original H1 racer is located.  Well, maybe I'll take my fourth trip to D.C. to see this bullet of an aircraft.  Of course Hughes went on to set a world record, at the time, of traveling around the world in a record time even beating out some older records.  He bought TWA and made commercial aviation easier on passengers as they traveled above the weather where the air is thinner and the ride smoother.  Plus, he created the "Hercules." A flying boat if you will.  It was to be used to fly troops, tanks and more across the ocean during the second world war.  The reason is that the German U-boats were destroying ships that were sea-bound carrying troops across the Atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad too, that a man who was so intelligent descended into a life of madness.  There's an old saying that goes something like this: "there's a small gap between genius and madness" or something to that degree.  Off the subject, one CCM artist once quipped, "It goes something like this.  However, why do people say that?  The song goes 'exactly' like this."  I always found that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for today.  I used to fly more than I do now.  However, with all the security now it's kind of taken the fun out of it.  Oh, I still love it when I get to do it.  I went to Portland Oregon sometime back.  It was really great to see Mount Hood and Mount Rainier from the sky!  Also, I was able to see the Rockies too. I remember a few years back flying to Raleigh North Carolina that we crossed over the Appalacians.  From the air, it seemed I was seeing ripples in the ground!  Upon looking again, I realized I was seeing the mountains. What a great sight. Have a great day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3249782276683854204?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3249782276683854204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hughes-h1-racer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3249782276683854204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3249782276683854204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hughes-h1-racer.html' title='Hughes&apos; H1 Racer'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Si0S6dGu-vI/AAAAAAAACIU/Il60zkhc4G0/s72-c/h1+racer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1870838129618678709</id><published>2009-06-06T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:26:50.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SirJF3T9R3I/AAAAAAAACIE/bJoIaqnNvC0/s1600-h/Chuckscopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SirJF3T9R3I/AAAAAAAACIE/bJoIaqnNvC0/s200/Chuckscopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344305010412701554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to say a special "Thank you" to all who have served our country!!  In particular I wanted to say a special thanks to a friend from California.  His name is Kevin Rodgers. He serves in the Navy as a religion program specialist.  Kevin and I became acquainted through Michael English's website.  I told Kevin today how grateful I am to his love for our Lord and his service to our country!  Semper Fi Kev!  He's one of the "real deals" in life!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartfelt thanks to all who have served and are currently serving our country. May God protect you and bless you all of your days.  May the peace of Christ be with you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1870838129618678709?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1870838129618678709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-tribute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1870838129618678709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1870838129618678709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-tribute.html' title='My Tribute'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SirJF3T9R3I/AAAAAAAACIE/bJoIaqnNvC0/s72-c/Chuckscopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-8379289891416621781</id><published>2009-06-05T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:06:48.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Days Dark Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SinkxVmLyiI/AAAAAAAACH0/uHu2Mrs54u4/s1600-h/bright+days+dark+nights.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SinkxVmLyiI/AAAAAAAACH0/uHu2Mrs54u4/s200/bright+days+dark+nights.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344053969113827874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I mentioned a friend who was facing a severe depression. She's not a believer. But it even goes on in the church. I find in today's church world no one wants to talk about depression. Even though many Christians too, deal with this insidious torture of the mind.  Elizabeth Ruth Skoglund has written a fantastic book on Charles Spurgeon's life called, "Bright Days, Dark Nights."  Did you know there were times that Spurgeon's life was so bad that men had to carry him to the pulpit so he could even preach a sermon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems many believers want only fun and frivolity.  And they turn aside from those who are depressed.  Well, to be fair, maybe they just don't know what to say.  They could at least tell that person they will pray for them. There are so many ill-informed believers that think only prayer will take it all away.  Did they ever think for a moment that God does use doctors and meds to help those who go through the ordeal?  I'm sure Spurgeon could have used the help if it was available then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to pass judgment when a person hasn't been there.  However, I don't need to go through some horrible ordeal to show compassion for others that go through something I have no idea about.  Isn't it about time the body of Christ starts showing some real compassion instead of wagging tongues?  Where were many believers before they came to Christ?  Drug addicts, drunks, gamblers, you name it.  I hope we all show more humility and grace in the days to come.  There is a world dying for the need of Christ.  But, sometimes the church is too busy attacking their own wounded they have no time to see the harvest in front of them.  To be fair, I've been guilty of this and I've had to repent many times.  May the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-8379289891416621781?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8379289891416621781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/bright-days-dark-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8379289891416621781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8379289891416621781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/bright-days-dark-nights.html' title='Bright Days Dark Nights'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SinkxVmLyiI/AAAAAAAACH0/uHu2Mrs54u4/s72-c/bright+days+dark+nights.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1213511420120490237</id><published>2009-05-19T07:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:13:03.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of The Rope</title><content type='html'>Normally I keep this blog somewhat hopefully inspirational. In my reading of the Word, even King David and Job despaired of their own lives. Isn't it odd that we admire these men of the Word but get a bit discouraged at those around us who become weary of life? Kind of wrong, I think. Today's post is probably the most serious one I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago I knew a very special lady. For her privacy I'll call her Helen. We were on the phone. It was obvious she was in dire straits. Complications with her family didn't help matters either. I had known her for a very long time. She was basically a loner of sorts, hated crowds and had a very artistic flair. This day, all of her hopes and aspirations were gone. Her broken voice filtered through the lines to my receiver. There was no doubt she had been crying for some time. I had seen her sad, happy, serious and funny in a whimsical way. Today, though, was one side I had never experienced. She was on the verge of taking her life. In a staccato speech mixed with tears she told me she had a knife to her throat. She had come to the end of her rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find the reason for the distress. It seemed to me she had everything to live for. She was healthy, well-educated, attractive, financially secure and much more. I thought, "How could she not love life?" She told me that all hope was gone. She resorted to drinking as a balm to her troubled life. She asked me the most poignant question, "Why shouldn't I just cut my throat now?" Now, sometimes, in a serious situation I try to diffuse things with my humor. This however, wasn't the right time. In my mind I thought, "Well, it could hurt." I wasn't about to use this line. All I can remember is that I told her to do me a favor and at least drop the knife and talk to me. She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the next few minutes I tried to pry out of her the hurt, anger, or whatever emotion that was bringing her to this point. She finally admitted that her father thought she was a failure. Or at least that is what he thought of her that day. I tried to reassure her that we all have said things in haste. I tried to remind her of all of the great qualities she had, the caring soul within her and all the wonderful gifts and talents she had. I wanted Helen to know that it wasn't worth one bad comment to destroy her life. However, I do know how hurtful words can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing though is that she's not a believer. I don't know how many times I had told her of the love of Jesus. To this day though, she thinks it is a myth. The good news is: she is better. The drinking is gone and she seems somewhat better with her life. My sadness comes in the fact she doesn't know Christ. And what's even more tragic is there are believers that despair of life and want to end it all. I disagree with those who say suicide is a selfish act. I think it takes a brave person to end it! Just my thought. However, I don't recommend it. Some psychologists say that those who commit suicide even in that moment are looking for happiness. I agree with that comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I'm glad I was there that day to help her through that ordeal. Helen is a very selfless person. My greater hope is that someday she will look at the creation around her and know that the Lord exists! Those of us who do believe, know that God said that even the creation proves his existence. I know many of us have seen some pretty dark days in our lives. And...to be frank...I wonder how some people seem to be happy all the time. It reminds me of a line out of the novel "Rich Man Poor Man" where Rudy Jordache meets this woman who was smiling and radiant. He said, "No one can be that happy!" But, Irwin Shaw wrote that novel and it definitely comes from a normal person's thoughts. Someday, those of us who know Christ will have total bliss. For now, as Michael Card so aptly wrote it, "there is joy in the journey!" May the peace of Christ be with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1213511420120490237?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1213511420120490237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-rope_4025.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1213511420120490237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1213511420120490237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-rope_4025.html' title='The End Of The Rope'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-8381270340970529123</id><published>2009-05-14T03:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:10:39.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost: Season 5 Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sgv8ZaIppsI/AAAAAAAACGo/RDLxCqwCyvQ/s1600-h/elizabethmitchell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sgv8ZaIppsI/AAAAAAAACGo/RDLxCqwCyvQ/s200/elizabethmitchell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335635696993019586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a tremendous two hours for a finale. There's not much I can say that could add to the excitement of this "showdown" from last night's endings. Well, I'll just throw in some of my random thoughts. We finally get a glimpse of Jacob. Obviously, the guy never ages like Richard (Mr. Eyeliner). However, Jacob is still vulnerable to death. For whatever reason Jacob didn't approve of Benjamin. What a stinging reply when Ben asked Jacob, "What about me?" Jacob says, "What about you?" The indictment is clear, Jacob didn't care about Ben but had some affinity for Locke for whatever reason. I don't think we've seen the end of Jacob though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the obvious dispute of Jack and Sawyer. Sawyer beat the crap out of Jack until Juliet said "stop." Juliet still feels that Sawyer's heart is with Kate. So, they all decide the bomb goes down the hole. More on this love thing in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of the antagonistic operator of the drilling, you know, the sour guy with the glasses. They need to erase him. However it seems that Chang understands what is happening and at one point, Miles yells out to him, "Dad." Good moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to this Ra Sun God than is being let on. Plus after reading Wikepedia there is an antagonist that goes against Ra. Obviously the old statue is holding the ankh, the Egyptian cross that has something to do with eternal life. So, I do know that Richard isn't Ra, but I don't think Jacob is either. Somehow I think they tapped into that power. Now this I do believe. In three countries there are obelisks that represent the sun. One, is in Egypt, one in Rome AND one in D.C. Coincidence. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get that scene of Juliet out of my mind. Sawyer was holding on to her with all of his might. He didn't want her to fall into the pit. She kept screaming out, "I love you, I love you." Call me a romantic, but that was "the" best scene in the whole episode. I've been there. Well, not in a hole hanging on for dear life! Juliet truly loves Sawyer but feels that Kate is in the way. But even before her grip loosens, she keeps saying "I love you" to him. When you are in that kind of moment, real truth comes out. I know its fiction, but stories are representations of real life at times. For I once had someone tell me that she loved me with her whole heart and walked away from me. I was devastated. Who said that it was better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all? I'd sure like to talk that person. There are times when "maybe" its best not to fall in love at all.  I'm just rambling. For if you don't love, you can't be hurt.  I'm not saying I truly believe this. But, in life aren't we all looking for love and acceptance?  That is what makes this show so unique.  The whole world is looking for love.  But, maybe in the wrong places.  Not to sound all country music now, ha.  But, I just can't get over that scene with Juliet.  The best scene ever. Well, now the hiatus.  Season six will end the whole thing as they flashed the banner for the end saying the next season would reveal the destiny.  It's going to be a long summer.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-8381270340970529123?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8381270340970529123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-season-5-finale_823.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8381270340970529123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8381270340970529123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-season-5-finale_823.html' title='Lost: Season 5 Finale'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sgv8ZaIppsI/AAAAAAAACGo/RDLxCqwCyvQ/s72-c/elizabethmitchell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-360100749575536187</id><published>2009-05-06T19:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost: Follow The Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SgJJBAQXJ7I/AAAAAAAACGg/QgQgxnBOvzo/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SgJJBAQXJ7I/AAAAAAAACGg/QgQgxnBOvzo/s200/02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332905190357411762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well "Lost" is headed for a season finale showdown. Tonight's episode was rather good. It seems like everyone is going different directions. I cannot wait to find out who "Jacob" really is. And...for John Locke's motive for wanting him gone! Plus, I felt for Eloise when she found out that she had shot her own son Daniel. Plus, Chang finds out that Miles is his son. And...it seems like Jack and Kate are at an impasse. However my favorite scene was with Sawyer and Juliet. They were talking about having each "other's back." I have a friend named Susan where she said a long time ago that she really felt good when she had friends who'd "have her back!" I never forgot that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kate shows up, I know Juliet is worried that Kate is going to come between them. It seems evident to me, at least right now, that Sawyer is going to remain with Juliet. However, with the show, it can change on a dime, or a time travel, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still bummed that Daniel got off'ed by his own mother. But, we'll see what happens. Eventually, I hope they explain "Jacob" and also the "smoke monster." As far as I'm concerned, "Lost" is still the best thing going. So many of the characters have really been favorites. I know it's a TV show, but it's one great hour of escapism. Viva Lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-360100749575536187?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/360100749575536187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-follow-leader_5601.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/360100749575536187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/360100749575536187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-follow-leader_5601.html' title='Lost: Follow The Leader'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SgJJBAQXJ7I/AAAAAAAACGg/QgQgxnBOvzo/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5646247557945169778</id><published>2009-05-06T05:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Win XP Extended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SgF8ZV7OS0I/AAAAAAAACGY/qOa9VshPCY4/s1600-h/Windows+Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SgF8ZV7OS0I/AAAAAAAACGY/qOa9VshPCY4/s200/Windows+Logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332680208607497026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post I never published.  But, it still makes for good reading! Plus, this was on current news I read.  However, you never know when the company will change their minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Win XP will be supported with updates until 2014.  I'm glad to hear that.  Originally the ax date was going to be a lot sooner.  I am running XP on my home computer and I've always been fond of XP.  When I purchased my notebook it came pre-installed with Vista.  Can't say I like Vista all that well.  It's bloated with a lot of stuff I just don't need.  However, that's the way it came, so I have to deal with it.  The good thing is that XP is on the home machine.  I do all my sound editing, VO work and more with apps that work well with my XP Pro.  I was concerned that if I had to go to Vista I might have to purchase upgrades to this expensive software that I have.  Well, it looks like I dodged the bullet for now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view on XP?  If it isn't broke, don't fix it.  XP to me is a fine OS, but no, Microsoft can't leave their tweaking little hands alone on things.  I know eventually that XP will say goodbye.  But, I'm glad I can buy a little time until then.  There's just so many small irritations with Vista that annoy me.  And...maybe the outcry from others like myself thwarted Microsoft from scrapping XP too soon.  Sure, it's been around awhile.  But, back to my major premise.  If it's not broke, don't fix it.  In amusement but also with sadness sometime back I read my friend Joel's blog.  He had mentioned that his bank had switched the interface and he had to click through a myriad of prompts to get to where he wanted to be.  When, before, he could get there in two clicks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to Microsoft, software makers, et.al.  If it's not broke, again, don't fix it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5646247557945169778?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5646247557945169778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/win-xp-extended_2525.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5646247557945169778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5646247557945169778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/win-xp-extended_2525.html' title='Win XP Extended'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SgF8ZV7OS0I/AAAAAAAACGY/qOa9VshPCY4/s72-c/Windows+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-8037126980182846267</id><published>2009-05-04T12:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:33:55.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of Pontiac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sf9DmNjDINI/AAAAAAAACF8/nEfbca9R1Io/s1600-h/1973_Pontiac_Trans_Am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sf9DmNjDINI/AAAAAAAACF8/nEfbca9R1Io/s200/1973_Pontiac_Trans_Am.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332054807580713170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say all good things must come to an end.  Actually I'm sorry to see this one happen.  GM is stopping the Pontiac line of vehicles.  Just yesterday I saw a plethora of Pontiacs on the road.  One of my brothers is a big Pontiac fan.  Plus, who can forget the "Monkees" and the tricked-out Pontiac,  "Knight Rider" with the Trans-Am and "Smokey And The Bandit?"  My friend Rosemary drives a Pontiac Grand Am GT, my brother had his share of Grand Prix and Grand Ams.  Plus, I used to drive a Pontiac Bonneville.  I've always liked the styling of the Pontiac.  Especially the Bonnevilles.  I think GM made a mistake there, but so goes the show.  The only thing I didn't like about the Grand Ams is that I felt they rode too low.  I always felt that my posterior was dragging the ground!  That is the only drawback I ever had with them.  But, things change as they always do.  And...back in the seventies my friend had a Pontiac GTO with the deuce carburetors!  That thing would fly.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and me circa 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sf9KlyPMREI/AAAAAAAACGE/vyTxsPMyxM0/s1600-h/ranbry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sf9KlyPMREI/AAAAAAAACGE/vyTxsPMyxM0/s200/ranbry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332062496831063106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of quick mentions.  I was happy to land some new VO work which made me extremely happy.  So, that was a good thing.  And...how I love Bryan Duncan's music.  When I added music for the stations, there was only one artist that I ever put a single into heavy rotation immediately, and that was Bryan Duncan!  Actually, the rep wasn't happy that I did that.  He said the shelf life would be shorter.  Of course the rep was glad that I added the song, but you try to typically get three solid months from a single.  He was worried that the song would burn out too quickly.  He had a point, but after all, this is Bryan Duncan!  Bryan has been a big subject lately.  Some of my other friends love Bryan's music too. I love his performance on "Perfect Timing" when he was with the Sweet Comfort Band.  As far as his solo work goes, my favorite song of all time is "When I Think Of Home."  That song gets to me every time I listen to it.  Well, that's all for today.  Be well all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I Think Of Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=189033&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-8037126980182846267?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8037126980182846267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-pontiac_7266.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8037126980182846267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8037126980182846267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-pontiac_7266.html' title='The End Of Pontiac'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sf9DmNjDINI/AAAAAAAACF8/nEfbca9R1Io/s72-c/1973_Pontiac_Trans_Am.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1780407129842839538</id><published>2009-04-30T09:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It All Goes South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SfnTqEWZJBI/AAAAAAAACFs/Rel8WK9XYuA/s1600-h/road+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SfnTqEWZJBI/AAAAAAAACFs/Rel8WK9XYuA/s200/road+sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330524353645323282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an expression that says, "when it all goes south."  Most of you know what that means but for the two of you who don't, it means: when it all falls apart.  I've been thinking about recent events. I am called by God to pray for those who are in authority.  So, we have problems in DC and so much more.  The banking industry, the auto giants, credit card companies all in trouble.  There's the fight about protecting our country from attacks, the economy and the loss of jobs all over the place.  Now, to add to all of that, we have this Swine Flu thing going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with a fellow radio friend about this the other day.  Out of nowhere she just asked, "Randy, what makes a person snap?"  I didn't have one solid answer for her.  I think there are many reasons.  Here are just a few of them.  One, they could already have a chemical imbalance, another is that the stress of everyday life just gets to them and they lose it, and thirdly, the enemy just finally takes over.  Those are just a few of the things that can happen. I went on to mention to her in our conversation that I really don't know how people make it without God in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to end today on a positive note.  Sure, there are terrible things that are going on.  A person would have to be in a remote cave somewhere "not" to know that things are tough.  What gets me through is two things.  One, I serve a God who is bigger than all of the circumstances around me.  Secondly, if I start to get troubled, I think back to all of God's past blessings in my life.  He has never let me down!  Sure, I have had some pretty rough days in my life.  However, I cannot remember a day when I've ever been without food that God didn't supply for me.  I have had shelter, food, water, friends, and so much more.  Even the scriptures say that with food and clothing, be content!  God has done far more than that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I heard Charles Stanley speak on this very issue.  He said that if a person places their security on their health, they can lose it.  If they place their security in money, it can be wiped out.  He gave several examples.  However, he went on to say, if our faith is in the Lord, that is a security that will never go away.  Sure, we are in troubled times, but God is still our refuge, a very present help in times of trouble.  And, as Gordon Jensen penned it so long ago, "Lift up your heads, your redemption draweth nigh."  So, when it all seems to go south, remember someday we'll all be headed in a new direction.  And...that is above.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1780407129842839538?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1780407129842839538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-it-all-goes-south_9992.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1780407129842839538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1780407129842839538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-it-all-goes-south_9992.html' title='When It All Goes South'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SfnTqEWZJBI/AAAAAAAACFs/Rel8WK9XYuA/s72-c/road+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4687226919960513941</id><published>2009-04-29T19:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost: Faraday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SfkOPWvqNuI/AAAAAAAACFk/Cg9jEcrgAlE/s1600-h/daniel%2520glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SfkOPWvqNuI/AAAAAAAACFk/Cg9jEcrgAlE/s200/daniel%2520glow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330307290935998178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad that a new ep of "Lost" was coming on. It really revolved around Daniel Faraday (Jeremy Davies).  I really like his character.  Although he seems confused and preoccupied the man is a genius and very troubled.  However, after tonight's episode I wasn't too fond of Eloise his mother. I won't give the spoiler but the show just didn't end right tonight.  One of the sad scenes is when Daniel saw Charlotte as a youngster knowing that as an adult he lost her!  Very sad.  Jeremy Davies is a great actor and I give him kudos for his portrayal of an obvious genius who seems eccentric.  Boy, after tonight's episode, where do they go from here?  It's still funny though that Sawyer still gives people nicknames.  He called Daniel, H.G. Wells.  That's Sawyer for you.  Well, that's my recap for this week's ep of "Lost." And...it looks like next week we are in for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4687226919960513941?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4687226919960513941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-faraday_8537.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4687226919960513941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4687226919960513941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-faraday_8537.html' title='Lost: Faraday'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SfkOPWvqNuI/AAAAAAAACFk/Cg9jEcrgAlE/s72-c/daniel%2520glow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-8287117460060237393</id><published>2009-04-28T15:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:39:23.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SfeBwwbhz1I/AAAAAAAACFU/ZS9whA4y6Mc/s1600-h/Dan+R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SfeBwwbhz1I/AAAAAAAACFU/ZS9whA4y6Mc/s200/Dan+R.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329871358650339154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a repeat but I felt I should share it again since I was able to have a great chat with Dan R after all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Look Back &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was able to spend about an hour with one of my old buddies from my radio days in Rockford Illinois, Matt Kramer. If only the station managers knew of some of the pranks that Matt and I pulled on a lot of people including Joel our news director. We also pulled one on Ginger the secretary. I don't think to this day she would even know what Matt and I did. Oh by the way, it wasn't illegal, Matt and I just laughed so much our sides hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture above are some of the guys I miss from the station. There's Dan Reinhard, me, Matt, and Mike Gearhart. You could say that especially Dan, Matt and myself were pretty tight. I could tell some stories that would knock your socks off but I won't. Well, two anyway. Matt made up a liner for Joel that said, "There will be frost on your pumpkins tonight!" I still laugh at that. Kind of an inside joke but if you think much about it, you'll get it. Then, the other time was when Dan was holding an Aerosmith CD called, "Get A Grip." With a boyish smile he kept saying to me, "Don't ya just love it?, don't ya just love it?!" I still laugh over that. He was so excited and grinning so much. I was laughing because he was so animated. And after all, that CD was contraband! However, we were in a Christian station and I tried to act all "holy" and pretend I didn't like it. However, I really did! Man, I miss those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I talked for about an hour by phone. At one point I became a bit somber as I missed my buddies from that time period so long ago. Sure, I have friends now and God has been good to me in spite of some things that have happened in my life. However, good memories are always a treat for me. You can see it in the picture. Matt and Dan were two guys that could always get me to laugh. Even though life can take us on many different roads, it's nice to look back once in awhile and remember some fond things of years gone by. It's good to know Matt is doing well. I was shocked at a recent pic of Matt. He cut his hair and I didn't think it was "The" Matt Kramer. Now, if I can find Dan. By the way, in that pic, I look so young. Well, I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember some old friends in your life, why not give them a call or write a letter. You might just make their day. Have a good weekend everyone and don't forget to "Get A Grip!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-8287117460060237393?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8287117460060237393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-back_9422.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8287117460060237393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8287117460060237393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-back_9422.html' title='A Look Back'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SfeBwwbhz1I/AAAAAAAACFU/ZS9whA4y6Mc/s72-c/Dan+R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2324858044068277996</id><published>2009-04-22T12:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost: A Retrospective?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Se9zPHorxRI/AAAAAAAACFA/5dWWZrprPWQ/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Se9zPHorxRI/AAAAAAAACFA/5dWWZrprPWQ/s200/lost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327603587787506962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, "Lost" is on again tonight.  TV Guide says it's "new." But upon reading what the ep is about, it looks like it's just going to be a retrospective of varying scenes from previous episodes.  So, technically, it's "not" new, right?  Well, being the avid fan I am, I plan on watching anyway.  I really hope though, eventually, the folks of "Lost" will get out of Dharma land and we can have all the pieces of the puzzle put together.  Still, all in all, Viva "Lost."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2324858044068277996?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2324858044068277996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-retrospective_5785.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2324858044068277996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2324858044068277996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-retrospective_5785.html' title='Lost: A Retrospective?'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Se9zPHorxRI/AAAAAAAACFA/5dWWZrprPWQ/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-6312414946671722706</id><published>2009-04-18T19:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SeqK-Kpo1JI/AAAAAAAACE4/K1PRK6fz8aU/s1600-h/cd+glows.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SeqK-Kpo1JI/AAAAAAAACE4/K1PRK6fz8aU/s200/cd+glows.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326222309934552210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seriously neglected this blog for some time.  Really, I just haven't had any interest lately in keeping up.  Now, how's that for honesty?  I don't know sometimes. As we gear up for some hard times before the near return of the Lord, I guess my thoughts have been elsewhere.  Been thinking about other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts will be short today.  I was thinking about technology.  How far we've come.  And...there's the good and the bad.  Good as it makes things easier in one sense but in another bad.  With all the good things, big brother can watch us more.  Well, so goes the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how anxious I was "waiting" for my CD burner to take two minutes to burn my CD!  I remember the old days when I had to play an entire LP as I was recording it to cassette tape in "real time."  Depending on the length of the LP it could be a 45 minute or longer process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant oatmeal, coffee, CD burning, and more.  I wonder sometimes if it's going way too fast.  I think I know my answer.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-6312414946671722706?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6312414946671722706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/technology_9488.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6312414946671722706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6312414946671722706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/technology_9488.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SeqK-Kpo1JI/AAAAAAAACE4/K1PRK6fz8aU/s72-c/cd+glows.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-111680028790904962</id><published>2009-04-01T11:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Win XP Extended</title><content type='html'>This is a post I never published.  But, it still makes for good reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Win XP will be supported with updates until 2014.  I'm glad to hear that.  Originally the ax date was going to be a lot sooner.  I am running XP on my home computer and I've always been fond of XP.  When I purchased my notebook it came pre-installed with Vista.  Can't say I like Vista all that well.  It's bloated with a lot of stuff I just don't need.  However, that's the way it came, so I have to deal with it.  The good thing is that XP is on the home machine.  I do all my sound editing, VO work and more with apps that work well with my XP Pro.  I was concerned that if I had to go to Vista I might have to purchase upgrades to this expensive software that I have.  Well, it looks like I dodged the bullet for now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view on XP?  If it isn't broke, don't fix it.  XP to me is a fine OS, but no, Microsoft can't leave their tweaking little hands alone on things.  I know eventually that XP will say goodbye.  But, I'm glad I can buy a little time until then.  There's just so many small irritations with Vista that annoy me.  And...maybe the outcry from others like myself thwarted Microsoft from scrapping XP too soon.  Sure, it's been around awhile.  But, back to my major premise.  If it's not broke, don't fix it.  In amusement but also with sadness sometime back I read my friend Joel's blog.  He had mentioned that his bank had switched the interface and he had to click through a myriad of prompts to get to where he wanted to be.  When, before, he could get there in two clicks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to Microsoft, software makers, et.al.  If it's not broke, again, don't fix it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-111680028790904962?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/111680028790904962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/win-xp-extended_2020.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/111680028790904962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/111680028790904962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/win-xp-extended_2020.html' title='Win XP Extended'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-7396200187851281931</id><published>2009-03-22T19:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolfman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Scb7c6YBSXI/AAAAAAAACD4/ciU7GqWzhZk/s1600-h/wolfie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Scb7c6YBSXI/AAAAAAAACD4/ciU7GqWzhZk/s200/wolfie.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316212884282362226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this really bad sinus thing going on for days.  You know the signs.  Head feels like it's going to explode from being plugged up, running nose, sneezing and a very bad sore throat with a cough.  My throat feels like it's being sand-papered.  So, the doc has me on antibiotics which upsets the dietary system, not good.  Along with that I'm taking Theraflu syrup, cough drops, zinc and garlic and tons of water. Naturally I'm keeping a large amoung of Kleenex near me since my nose decides it wants to be Niagra Falls.  And...my normal voice is about shot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that being said, I thought I started sounding a bit like Wolfman Jack.  Wolfman isn't around anymore.  So, my voice is shot right now anyway and I needed an activity.  Instead of doing serious work on my computer I goofed off and created an ad-lib "Randy imitates the Wolfman" spot.  I know, it's childlike but it did pass the time. So, don't roll your eyes too much.  But, for some fun, here goes.  And...fellow babies as Johnny Fever would say, pray I get better!  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolfman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=184289&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-7396200187851281931?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7396200187851281931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/wolfman_1878.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7396200187851281931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7396200187851281931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/wolfman_1878.html' title='Wolfman'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Scb7c6YBSXI/AAAAAAAACD4/ciU7GqWzhZk/s72-c/wolfie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2754998741111995399</id><published>2009-03-20T18:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/ScRNqUOaxUI/AAAAAAAACDo/8wtVlGF96FI/s1600-h/jaci+96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/ScRNqUOaxUI/AAAAAAAACDo/8wtVlGF96FI/s200/jaci+96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315458849583056194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaci, Me, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking over my posts from the past really woke me up to something. Mainly, most of them are serious. I know that even with most Christians these days, people want fun and frivolity. It seems many want everything to be an "upper." Sorry, if that is the only thing in life, we've missed the point. Sure, being a "downer" all the time isn't the route to go either. But, let's remember, when reading the Psalms you see King David crying as much as he is praising God. We are in dark times. No doubt about it. I try not to be too maudlin. I know the older I get, I'm kind of become more "sober" in my thinking. I still love to laugh, but even Paul said to watch out for foolish jesting. With that being said, this week has been a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sick in ages. This week a sinus infection has gotten the best of me. The antibiotics don't agree with me and I wonder if the cure is worse than the infection. So, between battling that and hearing bad news this week, just kind of got me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart went out to my friend Kevin Johnson this week over losing a friend by the name of Tom Rowe. Then, he finds out that his daughter-in-law may have cancer. However at this point I don't know if it's conclusive or not. My heart just went out to him and those involved. Also, two actors died this week. I absolutely loved Ron Silver and his acting. He was only 62 and succumbed to cancer. Then, Natasha Richardson of "Parent Trap" had this freakish accident on a ski slope. She got up from the fall and seemingly was okay. Later, she died. She was only 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I couldn't get all of this out of my thoughts. As I laid in bed I was telling the Lord that I just didn't understand the random things that happen. And like the Psalmist I cried out, "How long Oh Lord, how long?" I went on to tell the Lord "How can you just sit by and watch all of this stuff go on and DO nothing?!" I had to remind myself that "he" is God and I am not. His ways are not my ways. I still have to trust even when my understanding is finite and limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I couldn't get the Natasha Richardson thing out of my thoughts. I wanted to be angry. Later though, I was standing over my desk with my hands resting on the surface and I just bent over and was overcome with emotion. I was lamenting for people that I didn't even know! I hate loss! Well, who really likes it? It seems the older we get we keep losing things and people. My sadness came in many degrees. I was thankful for those that know the Lord even though we'll miss them here. However, I was shaken over those that may have not known him. Did Natahsa know the Lord? Really, people, this is serious stuff. Enough of the games we play. I'm talking to myself more than anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, even though it was the first day of spring, it became cold again. It was warm yesterday. I tried to rid my sadness by taking the back roads to another town to go to a bookstore. I drove a bit too fast, had the Bose System cranked on Don Henley singing, "Long Way From Eden." I wanted to push the thoughts away. It only helped for awhile and the sunny day added to the few minutes of numbing I felt I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, back home I finally came to the conclusion that my best response was right there before me. Pray! And pray some more. Jaci Velasquez's song "On My Knees" came to mind. As I listened to the mp3, it reminded me how I need to be on my knees more than ever. This world is going to hell at a rapid speed. Remember, Nero fiddled while Rome burned! Don't get me wrong. Enjoy God's blessings. Thank him for health, family, fun and faith. But, equally, let's look at a world that is dying without hope in God. We have that hope. And right now, my hope is when I'm on my knees remembering my creator. I remember him as much as I did as a youth. And the scriptures teach us to do that. In closing, I'm sorry (in a way) that this post seems so dark. However, someday, God will wipe all the tears from our eyes! We serve a God that is bigger than all of the troubles around us. May God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On My Knees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=184214&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2754998741111995399?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2754998741111995399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-my-knees_8838.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2754998741111995399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2754998741111995399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-my-knees_8838.html' title='On My Knees'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/ScRNqUOaxUI/AAAAAAAACDo/8wtVlGF96FI/s72-c/jaci+96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-596742664091123140</id><published>2009-03-19T17:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha Richardson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/ScLmssHyHWI/AAAAAAAACC4/BBwv_ErOyck/s1600-h/Natasha_Richardson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/ScLmssHyHWI/AAAAAAAACC4/BBwv_ErOyck/s200/Natasha_Richardson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315064165683043682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post will include two entries.  First off, I'm very saddened at the passing of Natasha Richardson.  (Just this week, Ron Silver, a fav actor of mine also passed away.)  Natasha was great in the remaking of the "Parent Trap." Yeah, I'm one of those guys that can like a syrup-coated movie!  I know these people are actors, but they are still human beings.  It just makes me really sad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: What is up with AIG and all this Tim Geithner stuff?  Is this new administration doing anything constructive?  I know it's easy to be an armchair critic.  But c'mon, giving retaining bonuses for execs that can't manage.  And...the gov giving money to the company and then trying to get it back?  So goes the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today.  I'm in sinus valley and got hit with a bad sinus cold.  I'm really trying to fight this thing off.  Have a good day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-596742664091123140?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/596742664091123140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/natasha-richardson_793.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/596742664091123140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/596742664091123140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/natasha-richardson_793.html' title='Natasha Richardson'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/ScLmssHyHWI/AAAAAAAACC4/BBwv_ErOyck/s72-c/Natasha_Richardson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-7141895868838702358</id><published>2009-03-16T00:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sb4DJwK_-iI/AAAAAAAACCE/fofzWH_RxH8/s1600-h/ron+silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sb4DJwK_-iI/AAAAAAAACCE/fofzWH_RxH8/s200/ron+silver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313688076428507682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saddened that one of my favorite actors &lt;a STYLE="text-decoration: none" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090316/ap_on_en_tv/obit_silver"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ron Silver &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has passed away from cancer on Sunday.  Even though he was a democrat, 9/11 changed all of that.  He switched and stood up for George Bush.  Even though "The West Wing" was more of a liberal show, Ron Silver appeared on it frequently.  He got a lot of ribbing for it.  Also, because of his change in politics, it cost him a lot of work in Hollywood.  Go figure.  I remember him best in an old Jean Claude Van Damme movie, "Timecop."  I still fond of that movie to this day.  Of all things, Ron Silver played a crooked politician running for the presidency.  Although I don't know more about him personally, there was something intriguing to me about his acting.  He was sixty-two. I'll sure miss his acting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-7141895868838702358?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7141895868838702358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/ron-silver_2858.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7141895868838702358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7141895868838702358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/ron-silver_2858.html' title='Ron Silver'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sb4DJwK_-iI/AAAAAAAACCE/fofzWH_RxH8/s72-c/ron+silver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-486209123297717288</id><published>2009-03-11T23:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Or Juliet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Juliet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sbiqqc0JIVI/AAAAAAAACBw/hy-PiXF8knU/s1600-h/juliet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sbiqqc0JIVI/AAAAAAAACBw/hy-PiXF8knU/s200/juliet.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312183406749622610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I find it amusing in a way that my friend Cindy's daughter doesn't care for either Kate or Juliet on "Lost." This is a side note, but why are women so hard on other women? I've noticed this most of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SbiqiSP3NsI/AAAAAAAACBo/y2QFSWbDaWM/s1600-h/kate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SbiqiSP3NsI/AAAAAAAACBo/y2QFSWbDaWM/s200/kate.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312183266474145474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I'm doing what Cindy does and talking about fictional characters now. I know, I know, they are just characters. But people read novels all the time. And...TV and the movies are the "new" stages that actors use to perform with compared to the ones of old where the actors performed before live crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one guy's perspective here's my take. Of course my view may be entirely different from others. I like them both. Both of them have qualities that endear me to them for differing reasons. I love Kate's adventurous side but I also like Juliet's focus. In my experience in the dating realm I've seen many personalities. I don't know why, but I always seemed to end up with the Kate's in life. The outgoing, spur of the moment kind. Those types were more daring like the cheerleader girlfriends I was with. I wondered why? I do have this "wild" streak in me that only a very few have seen. Maybe it's that they brought out the "life" in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, though, it seems too, that I am drawn to the Juliet's in life. The focused, stay on course and stable ones with a purpose in mind. With men and women there are as many personalities as there are people. I could write a book on experiences. I think back to some with joy, some with sadness and one in particular that stays in the deep recesses of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's a show. Really, even with dating aside, let me hit one more angle. Aren't we all looking for connection in life? People that we can love? Friends, family, co-workers, all of us, wants to be accepted. I think all of us in life are looking for a few of the most common things. Acceptance and love would be the top two. I know "Lost" is a show. But, it does touch on the human condition. I would venture to guess that everyone we rub shoulders with on a daily basis has that inner need of being accepted, loved and appreciated. Today, that is just food for thought. Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-486209123297717288?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/486209123297717288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/kate-or-juliet_7046.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/486209123297717288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/486209123297717288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/kate-or-juliet_7046.html' title='Kate Or Juliet?'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sbiqqc0JIVI/AAAAAAAACBw/hy-PiXF8knU/s72-c/juliet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4984453345537346405</id><published>2009-03-11T20:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fox And The Ratings</title><content type='html'>Well, from February's ratings, Fox News ranked number three. YES! For all of the lefties, let that be a lesson that normal everyday folks prefer Fox over CNN. Okay, I'm done ranting. But even with that said, can the news be more foreboding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up, grab my glass of water, down my vitamins and turn on Fox. Now, I like Fox but they have to report the news. And these days, there's not a lot of good news to be found. After about thirty minutes I've had about enough. But, really, are we seeing the beginning of the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in alignment with my friend Joel. I'm still pre-tribulational, but I wonder how bad things will get before God calls us out before the great and terrible day of the Lord? This new administration is all over the place and the guy has been in office less than 50 days. The auto makers take billions of dollars and still report losses greater than what they took. People can't get elected to the cabinet because of unpaid taxes? C'mon! And, they are governing us? I could go on, but you get the drift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it really boils down to this. It's easy for me to sway off target and look at the mess and get discouraged. But, my GOD is still GOD. I really don't know how people make it without him. Even in our uncertain days, our Lord is still residing in us through the power of the Spirit. May I not ever lose that focus. Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4984453345537346405?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4984453345537346405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/fox-and-ratings_1565.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4984453345537346405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4984453345537346405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/fox-and-ratings_1565.html' title='Fox And The Ratings'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-34634960548273505</id><published>2009-03-10T04:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Unspoken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SbZRMHs1GiI/AAAAAAAACBg/0vEvGAMRghE/s1600-h/GordonFramedPIC4WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SbZRMHs1GiI/AAAAAAAACBg/0vEvGAMRghE/s200/GordonFramedPIC4WEB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311522079197436450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've laid my head upon my pillow&lt;br /&gt;Late at night so many times&lt;br /&gt;With a song unheard by others in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Caught away in all your goodness&lt;br /&gt;How the tears of joy would roll&lt;br /&gt;My unspoken praise ascending&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness, in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the second verse of Gordon Jensen's song, "Praise Unspoken."  I'm up early.  Well for me anyway.  As I was checking my emails I had Gordon's CD "Tuesdays and Thursdays" playing in the background.  Then, this song came on.  I had to stop typing for a few moments as the song overtook my thoughts and feelings.  I found myself reflective.  Actually I've been this way for over a few days now.  Today's post might not have any continuity to it.  Just some rambling thoughts on a Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for me to get disgruntled in traffic, to get impatient in a grocery store line and let the little insignificant things bother me at times.  Certainly I could blame it on the fast paced society in which we live.  But, really, it could be that I haven't settled my spirit inside me for the day ahead.  That's where the song comes in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over this past weekend, my brother Terry, my sister Julie and myself were going through some old photo albums at Dad's house.  Dad wanted us to go through some of the old photos and take some of the ones we wanted for our collection.  It should have been a happy time.  And...some of the pictures brought back some very good memories.  However, some made me incredibly sad.  Mom passed away seven years ago next month.  As I looked at some of the older photographs it reminded me of how much she sacrificed for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I felt gratified that she cared for us and also led my brother Terry and me to the Lord.  For all the home cooked meals, clean clothes and love that she lavished upon us.  On the other hand, I felt guilty!  My mind the past few days were of thoughts: "did I thank her enough for what she did?", "did I tell her I loved her enough?"  So, when I popped in the CD this morning and that Gordon Jensen classic started playing I was overcome with tears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that it's so easy to grumble and complain about things?  Why is it that I don't praise God more and complain a lot less?  All I know is that for a few moments I just thanked God for his goodness.  I thanked him for my mother and my father.  A set of parents that had it hard but raised a family anyway.  Then, I had to ask the Father above to forgive me for not praising him enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know in my own spiritual life I need to be in an "attitude of gratitude" a lot more than what I do at times.  Okay, so a car cuts me off in traffic, the clerk at the store was in a foul mood, whatever!  God has been so good to me.  As I looked at those old photographs it just reminded me of how God has brought me through.  It's like the old hymn, "God Leads Us Along."  Some through the fire, some through the flood, some through the waters, but all by the blood!  How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning as I had to repent for my lack of praising God, I ended up praising him!  Oh, Lord, how I need to do that more.  Gordon and I have known each other since 1979.  We've been able to communicate over the past six months and catch up on things.  I could never thank him enough for songs that have gotten me through some pretty rough times in my life.  So, as I end this post today, I thank the Lord for his goodness.  I give him my unspoken and yet at times, my spoken praise.  I know when I focus more on the Lord and less on what's around me, a gentle peace comes over me.  It seems everything reminds me of a song.  I think of the old one, "Wonderful Peace."  As I close, listen to the first minute or so of this classic by Gordon.  I hope your day is filled with the peace of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise Unspoken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=183545&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-34634960548273505?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/34634960548273505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/praise-unspoken_8909.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/34634960548273505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/34634960548273505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/praise-unspoken_8909.html' title='Praise Unspoken'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SbZRMHs1GiI/AAAAAAAACBg/0vEvGAMRghE/s72-c/GordonFramedPIC4WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-8384852091082969488</id><published>2009-03-04T20:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawyer Speaks About Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sa9XLs2QOzI/AAAAAAAACAw/aBFno1YUp9w/s1600-h/PDVD_002.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sa9XLs2QOzI/AAAAAAAACAw/aBFno1YUp9w/s200/PDVD_002.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309558344221997874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my favorite show is "Lost."  Well, for those who don't follow the show I'll have to improvise at this point.  The bottom line comes down to a question.  Sawyer has a friend who's worried that the woman he is with doesn't forget her old husband who died from three years ago.  He asks Sawyer about it.  Sawyer gives his answer in this clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sawyer Speaks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=183204&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe in some cases that is true.  Later though, Sawyer gets a glimpse of the one he loved: Kate.  We'll have to wait and see what transpires next. My take?  In some ways time does erode memories to some degree.  Other times, they don't.  I can tell you this much:  There are those that have loved so deeply it will take a lifetime for them to ever forget what that person meant to their life.  We all are different that's for sure.  Closing thought:  The scenes with Sawyer, Jack and Kate are the best ones on "Lost."  I love most of the characters but those three really hit home with me in a special way.  Sure, its a show, but it can also mirror real life at times.  Have a good Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-8384852091082969488?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8384852091082969488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/sawyer-speaks-about-time_5102.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8384852091082969488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8384852091082969488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/sawyer-speaks-about-time_5102.html' title='Sawyer Speaks About Time'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sa9XLs2QOzI/AAAAAAAACAw/aBFno1YUp9w/s72-c/PDVD_002.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4108175482297206719</id><published>2009-03-03T16:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seventh Sola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sa3SiPO2yUI/AAAAAAAACAo/OA3xzYrpMn0/s1600-h/2005-1205-102-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sa3SiPO2yUI/AAAAAAAACAo/OA3xzYrpMn0/s200/2005-1205-102-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309131021385910594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post will be quick and to the point. For as long as I can remember I have posted Joel Griffith's link to his blog, "The Seventh Sola." Of course the five solas are Latin phrases that emerged out of the Protestant Reformation. Since seven is God's perfect number, we have, Joel's "The Seventh Sola." If you stop by my blog you'd do yourself a favor by stopping by Joel's blog. This man has a great handle on the exegesis of the Word of God. You'll get no "spin" from Joel. You'll get the truth. Also, check out &lt;a STYLE="text-decoration: none" href="http://contender.org"&gt;www.Contender.org&lt;/a&gt;. Kevin Johnson is a well-versed theologian and you will learn a lot from what he has to say. I have the privilege of knowing Kevin as a friend as well. You can count on a true treatment of God's Word. Have a great day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4108175482297206719?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4108175482297206719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/seventh-sola_1416.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4108175482297206719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4108175482297206719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/seventh-sola_1416.html' title='The Seventh Sola'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/Sa3SiPO2yUI/AAAAAAAACAo/OA3xzYrpMn0/s72-c/2005-1205-102-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-7040026582195663267</id><published>2009-03-02T19:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SayhxTsZ3_I/AAAAAAAACAg/_0gy9K1tcT4/s1600-h/Perfect+Love.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SayhxTsZ3_I/AAAAAAAACAg/_0gy9K1tcT4/s200/Perfect+Love.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308795929235152882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not let your heart be troubled; believe in God, believe also in Me." This verse out of John 14 should be a comfort to us.  Especially in these troubled days in which we live.  Just today I talked with a friend that is fearful he may lose everything he's worked so hard to get.  I also talked with a technician at my doctor's office that is concerned her husband will be laid-off from work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we look around us we can definitely see the a lot of things in crisis.  Wall Street taking a dive, housing is down, the auto makers wasting billions, and the list goes on.  These are times that we need to remind myself that we are God's.  He has taken care of us in the past, I need to trust him now as we live in uncertain days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the historical context of this passage was where Jesus was comforting his disciples.  He knew what was ahead.  He told them to not be troubled.  He had to go away. He also said he would go and make a place for them.  Then, he would come back and receive them unto himself.  Jesus wrapped it up by saying he is "the way, the truth and the life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from a inspirational perspective, I think it would be good for us to remember that we can rest in him.  He will come back and receive us unto himself.  We don't know the day or the hour he will come.  But, rest assured, we have that hope, we have that promise, he will come again.  In the meantime we can put our faith, hope and trust in the one who called us unto himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written nothing new today.  Nothing that hasn't already been written so many times before.  At times though, we need to be reminded of simple truths.  Well, I know that I do.  I think when John the Beloved was on the isle of Patmos and saw all the things that was to come upon the earth, I'm sure it must have been amazing to see into the future.  But, as he finished the book of Revelation, he leaves us with the words: "He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus."  That's where my faith is anchored.  There's no better place to be than in the arms of our Lord! Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-7040026582195663267?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7040026582195663267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-not-your-heart-be-troubled_4405.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7040026582195663267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7040026582195663267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-not-your-heart-be-troubled_4405.html' title='Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SayhxTsZ3_I/AAAAAAAACAg/_0gy9K1tcT4/s72-c/Perfect+Love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2630873857984449808</id><published>2009-02-28T20:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Storage: Friend Or Foe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SaxHyM1tfNI/AAAAAAAACAY/S1NdsBlNPPo/s1600-h/dell.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SaxHyM1tfNI/AAAAAAAACAY/S1NdsBlNPPo/s200/dell.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308696988528508114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed in backing up my computer files.  After all, it just seems to make sense. Obviously if your hard drive "goes south" and it fries, you definitely don't want to lose any documents, pictures and important information.  When I've worked on other people's computers, I always ask, "did you back up your files?"  Many times the answer comes back, "No."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous ways to backup your files, that's a given. You can use your DVD-rom drive, flash drives, a second hard drive or an external portable hard drive.  So, if your hard drive takes a dive, you have your data ready after your operating system is installed on a new drive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is a trend now that is a tad alarming to me.  Many third party sites are offering online backup storage.  It can range from anywhere of 2 gigs on up.  You can upload your files to their site for safe keeping.  But, I wonder, how safe is it really?  That question isn't rhetorical.  It's not like having a safe deposit box at the bank where only the signers have authorization to obtain the contents.  I may be suspicious, but I'm not sure whether backing up online is good.  How do we know that the site you are backing up to isn't snooping into your files?  It's already a difficult task to stay ahead of phishing emails and more trying to get at information like your social security number, bank numbers and more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it just be easier and actually safer to backup your files and put them in a secure spot at home?  I know these sites are probably saying that it's completely safe.  But who is to know?  And...I'm going out on a limb here, but as we see a trend like this continue it could mean a lot more.  I believe, and it's only a conviction, that when the anti-christ takes over, what better way to find out about people than on the net?  Slowly we are losing security day by day.  Everywhere you turn, technology is happening at a rapid pace.  On one side, I like technology.  The other side though can be alarming as I've already mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's something to think about anyway.  Since I work on my family and friend's computers I always mention to them to backup important information.  Personally, I find the USB external hard drives a good option if they are secured in a safe place and encrypted. Or, have a second hard drive installed on your computer and use an imaging backup system to save your info in case your main hard drive goes down.  Recently, one of my drives failed, I'm glad I had a backup.  I would have lost a ton of music that I had bought if I hadn't had that backup!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun here's a clip of the Sweet Comfort Band with "Computer Age" from 1981. We've come a long way from DOS that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computer Age &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=182985&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2630873857984449808?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2630873857984449808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/online-storage-friend-or-foe_1666.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2630873857984449808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2630873857984449808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/online-storage-friend-or-foe_1666.html' title='Online Storage: Friend Or Foe?'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SaxHyM1tfNI/AAAAAAAACAY/S1NdsBlNPPo/s72-c/dell.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1399198026807777413</id><published>2009-02-27T07:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O'Reilly And The Ratings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SagOMIts0OI/AAAAAAAAB9w/AgvdB26Zisc/s1600-h/Bill+O.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SagOMIts0OI/AAAAAAAAB9w/AgvdB26Zisc/s200/Bill+O.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307507762516512994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd end the week with some interesting news.  Bill O'Reilly's newsletter email revealed some interesting things about the ratings.  With all the hype about the new administration, it's interesting to note what networks did the best.  Bill explains it well in this excerpt.  I think that if you took a real poll with a good cross-section of the U.S., it would come out a whole lot different than what the left would have us believe.  Be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quote) The TV ratings for February have been tabulated, and in the world of cable news, there is weeping among the left. The two networks that most favor President Obama, CNN and MSNBC, got hammered by the Fox News Channel, which is generally tougher on the president. In fact, Fox News was the third highest prime-time rated cable network in America, behind USA and TNT. CNN was 15th, MSNBC... a dismal 23rd. (End Quote)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1399198026807777413?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1399198026807777413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-and-ratings_9350.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1399198026807777413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1399198026807777413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-and-ratings_9350.html' title='O&amp;#39;Reilly And The Ratings'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SagOMIts0OI/AAAAAAAAB9w/AgvdB26Zisc/s72-c/Bill+O.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5014100131978620211</id><published>2009-02-20T07:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Peter Strauss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SZ5GFE66cCI/AAAAAAAAB8w/56JPa5qq5pY/s1600-h/peter_strauss_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SZ5GFE66cCI/AAAAAAAAB8w/56JPa5qq5pY/s200/peter_strauss_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304754464123154466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Strauss is my most favorite actor of all time.  Hands down!  Ever since the first mini-series "Rich Man Poor Man" hit the air-waves I've been a fan of his ever since.  His list of credits are so long it'll boggle you.  He won an Emmy for "Jericho Mile" and has been nominated for so many other awards.  Check out some of his credits at www.Imdb.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my all time favorites have to be: "In The Lake Of The Woods", "Trial, The Price Of Passion", and "Fugitive Among Us". Now, that he's slowed down his acting he really loves his gardening.  He was a spokesman for "Miracle Gro" a few years ago as well.  Sure, I have my favorites in actors but Strauss stands in a league of his own! Peter turns sixty-two today.  So, I hope his birthday is a good one.  I know his acting has touched me deeply in so many ways!  Have a good weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5014100131978620211?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5014100131978620211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-peter-strauss_1184.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5014100131978620211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5014100131978620211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-peter-strauss_1184.html' title='Happy Birthday Peter Strauss!'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SZ5GFE66cCI/AAAAAAAAB8w/56JPa5qq5pY/s72-c/peter_strauss_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2257284914319471794</id><published>2009-02-19T05:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost 316</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SZ1qj_OFPaI/AAAAAAAAB8o/7gbZSVTDnRQ/s1600-h/lost+logo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SZ1qj_OFPaI/AAAAAAAAB8o/7gbZSVTDnRQ/s200/lost+logo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304513102610775458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's "Lost" was a great episode. About a week or so ago I had said that the time travel thing was starting to wear thin and "Lost" had lost a bit of its luster. Well, last night's ep changed all that to me. Some things became more clear. Just a few notables. The title of the ep was "316" which on the "Untangled" bit said it was from the Word in John 3:16. I totally missed that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were elements that really stayed with me. It seemed a few of the characters were going back with selflessness. Hurley it seems was holding onto Charlie's old guitar. At least that seems to be the case. Kate didn't want to go but did it for Jack I believe. And Jack put his father's old wingtip shoes on Locke for the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved seeing Fionnula Flanagan as Eloise Hawking.  She played Clothilde in the 1976 mini-series "Rich Man Poor Man."  Side note:  Tom (Nick Nolte) was staying with his uncle as a young man. They had a maid named Clothilde.  Later in life, Tom named his boat Clothilde in remembrance of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they did answer a few questions.  But we have a long way to go.  Still, all in all, a great episode.  That's it for today.  Sure, I probably have other things to write about but I'll save that for tomorrow!  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2257284914319471794?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2257284914319471794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-316_9226.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2257284914319471794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2257284914319471794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-316_9226.html' title='Lost 316'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SZ1qj_OFPaI/AAAAAAAAB8o/7gbZSVTDnRQ/s72-c/lost+logo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1856071815058877440</id><published>2009-02-16T19:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fairness Doctrine?</title><content type='html'>(Quote) &lt;a STYLE="text-decoration: none" href="http://www.redstate.com/erick/2009/02/16/the-fairness-doctrine-returns-it-just-wont-be-called-that/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fairness Doctrine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is going to make a comeback under the Obama administration. It just won’t be via Congress and it won’t be called the “Fairness Doctrine.” It’ll come via the FCC, involve restrictions on media ownership and content, and it’ll apply to the internet too. (End quote) Click on the link above for the whole article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know what this really boils down to?  It's obvious that conservative talk radio dominates the airwaves.  So, our poor liberal folks think they ought to get a fair share.  Even if this goes into effect, I really wonder what their ratings will be like?  Here's an idea.  Grant the left a few hours a day, then hand it over to the right.  Then have the ratings done and see what share each of the shows get.  I think we would get a clear picture of what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough, to them anyway, that they dominate the American airwaves.  I think the last line of the article says it best: So it’ll no longer be what the market wants. It’ll be what the left demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final thoughts.  They want to do this to the internet as well.  Why don't they start with dealing with spammers, spyware creators and the scammers? Clamp down and put some harsh penalties against those who use the net as a means of scamming dollars from ordinary law obeying people.  There's an old saying that goes like this: If you roll a bowling ball down a dark alley and you hear someone scream, you know you hit something!  How true.  I shouldn't laugh but I just thought of the old wicked witch of the west as she was melting, "What a world, what a world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1856071815058877440?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1856071815058877440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/fairness-doctrine_445.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1856071815058877440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1856071815058877440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/fairness-doctrine_445.html' title='The Fairness Doctrine?'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2403458999572188655</id><published>2009-02-11T20:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SZOppOQVcPI/AAAAAAAAB6w/42iNIpOHPN4/s1600-h/51qjD4S5Q8L__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SZOppOQVcPI/AAAAAAAAB6w/42iNIpOHPN4/s200/51qjD4S5Q8L__SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301767712011546866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution:  Possible Spoilers Ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will NOT go into political differences that some may or may not have with President Bush.  This post is intended to look at the "person" of George Bush.  For the hate mongers who love to stir up trouble, go elsewhere.  This doesn't include my faithful readers i.e. Cindy, Roger and more.  Side bar:  It's weird in a way, I can talk about Jesus all day and no one gets offended, but I say one thing about politics and you can see the torches coming!  Funny world we live in. Okay, back on the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm not a very big fan of some of Oliver Stone's works.  However, it has never stopped me from watching JFK, The 4th of July and other works.  The characters seem a bit contrived to me in this film exept for Josh Brolin and Elizabeth Banks (who happens to be one of the cutest and brightest actors I have ever seen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who really knows what goes on in the heart of an individual?  Even the scriptures say that it is tough to figure out our own hearts.  While watching this DVD it did hit a little close to home in certain areas.  Bush was obviously a baseball fan, a runner and someone who had "daddy issues."  (Even "Lost" had an ep that was called, "Even Cowboys have daddy issues.")   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the movie showed the prez as someone trying to do right but got jilted many times along the way.  It's anyone's guess as to who really messed up in certain areas.  Two scenes really got to me.  One, Bush is in center field and a fly ball is hit.  He keeps looking and never ever sees the ball again!  I just felt that it was a man that was still searching for his own soul.  The other scene was a nightmare he had.  He walks into the Oval Office and it's completely bare except for the presidential desk and chair.  In the chair sits his father.  His father taunts W. to a fight. As the scuffle begins, George wakes up screaming.  Sure, I can make this all psychological.  I just saw a man that was still looking for approval, and never got it.  There are many who have "daddy issues."  No matter how old they get.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of your views politically, I saw this movie and just felt so bad for the man.  Now, in real life something happened on January 20th.  Of course, my candidate did not take office.  When I watched President Bush climb aboard Marine One, I have to admit I was very sad. There was a lump in my throat. I didn't like seeing him leave.  Others I have heard of, cheered.  Well, I guess many of us see things differently.  Only history will reveal what really transpired during Bush's reign.  You know, they are still reviewing what George Washington did!  And that was a long time ago.  At any rate, I enjoyed the movie from the human aspect.  Sure, I know Oliver Stone and company wanted to portray him in a poor light.  My speculation.  At any rate, it showed me that all are human, and all of us someday will answer to a God who created us all.  May the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2403458999572188655?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2403458999572188655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/w_3008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2403458999572188655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2403458999572188655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/w_3008.html' title='W.'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SZOppOQVcPI/AAAAAAAAB6w/42iNIpOHPN4/s72-c/51qjD4S5Q8L__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5220633589150823468</id><published>2009-02-06T12:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SYycNISsQNI/AAAAAAAAB6g/si6MmZjJihQ/s1600-h/Dan+Randy+Matt+Mike+G.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SYycNISsQNI/AAAAAAAAB6g/si6MmZjJihQ/s200/Dan+Randy+Matt+Mike+G.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299782610886344914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end the week on a positive note.  Today, I was able to spend about an hour with one of my old buddies from my radio days in Rockford Illinois, Matt Kramer.  If only the station managers knew of some of the pranks that Matt and I pulled on a lot of people including Joel our news director.  We also pulled one on Ginger the secretary.  I don't think to this day she would even know what Matt and I did.  Oh by the way, it wasn't illegal, Matt and I just laughed so much our sides hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture above are some of the guys I miss from the station.  There's Dan Reinhard, me, Matt, and Mike Gearhart.  You could say that especially Dan, Matt and myself were pretty tight.  I could tell some stories that would knock your socks off but I won't.  Well, two anyway.  Matt made up a liner for Joel that said, "There will be frost on your pumpkins tonight!"  I still laugh at that.  Kind of an inside joke but if you think much about it, you'll get it.  Then, the other time was when Dan was holding an Aerosmith CD called, "Get A Grip." With a boyish smile he kept saying to me, "Don't ya just love it?, don't ya just love it?!"  I still laugh over that. He was so excited and grinning so much. I was laughing because he was so animated. And after all, that CD was contraband!  However, we were in a Christian station and I tried to act all "holy" and pretend I didn't like it.  However, I really did!  Man, I miss those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I talked for about an hour by phone.  At one point I became a bit somber as I missed my buddies from that time period so long ago.  Sure, I have friends now and God has been good to me in spite of some things that have happened in my life. However, good memories are always a treat for me.  You can see it in the picture.  Matt and Dan were two guys that could always get me to laugh.  Even though life can take us on many different roads, it's nice to look back once in awhile and remember some fond things of years gone by.  It's good to know Matt is doing well.  I was shocked at a recent pic of Matt.  He cut his hair and I didn't think it was "The" Matt Kramer.  Now, if I can find Dan. Another close friend of mine from that time span is Doug our old engineer.  We had thought about doing some kind of reunion with the guys.  That is one I'd definitely look forward to.  In that pic, I look so young.  Well, I was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember some old friends in your life, why not give them a call or write a letter.  You might just make their day.  Have a good weekend everyone and don't forget to "Get A Grip!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5220633589150823468?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5220633589150823468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-back_8641.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5220633589150823468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5220633589150823468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-back_8641.html' title='A Look Back'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SYycNISsQNI/AAAAAAAAB6g/si6MmZjJihQ/s72-c/Dan+Randy+Matt+Mike+G.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3109957613149489523</id><published>2009-02-05T13:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Seems To Be "Lost"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SYtd7g43FCI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/BzkKf40iqiI/s1600-h/lost.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SYtd7g43FCI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/BzkKf40iqiI/s200/lost.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299432663553610786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't missed one episode of "Lost."  Even though I feel it has waned a bit, it is by far the best thing going on TV these days.  I cannot believe I have all these channels and nothing decent to watch.  I don't like sports, so-called reality shows, game shows and the ilk, but I do love the Discovery, History and Biography channels.  That's why I keep a stash of DVD's I love, just in case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the whole time travel thing started to get a bit old.  That is, unless they tie in all the pieces to wrap up the loose ends.  I loved it a lot better when the mystery was involved.  I don't think they should have "off'ed" Charlie.  Rose and Bernard are dead weight and I could really do without Ben Linus.  Just don't like the guy at all.  Okay, in real life he might be a cool guy, I just don't like his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they explain the number deal and the black smoke monster thing, I'll be happy.  Actually my favorite moments of the show are the real "human" emotions that come through.  Like when Kate tells Jack, "I've always been there for you."  Or when Sawyer sees Kate and you can see the pain in his eyes.  Plus, the one that gets me the most is when Des and Penny finally talked by phone.  The evidence of love was apparent and that was one of the best scenes ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ Abrams is a fantastic story teller. The caveat to me is that he tends to lose it towards the end.  He did that in "Alias."  It kind of drifted into, well, nothing. I'm hoping there's some great pinnacle of truth or reason that finally wraps up the whole story. Did I mention the black smoke thing? Ha.Well, all in all, it is just a show.  But, it still intrigues me even though it has lost some of its luster.  And since I really dislike all so-called reality shows, "Lost" IS the best thing going.  Let's hope that Abrams can pull it all together for a great ending. To be fair, it's easy to be an armchair critic. I do love Abrams' work even though he loses steam at times.  I have my own version of how it should end.  I see the survivors flying off the island, all together, and as they look back at the island, you can hear an overdub of the "whispers" and all fades to black.  Hey JJ you hearing me dude?  Ha.  Echoes of Hurley there.  Be well all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3109957613149489523?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3109957613149489523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-seems-to-be_6599.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3109957613149489523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3109957613149489523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-seems-to-be_6599.html' title='Lost Seems To Be &amp;quot;Lost&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SYtd7g43FCI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/BzkKf40iqiI/s72-c/lost.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4290188645802274227</id><published>2009-02-04T08:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah Days</title><content type='html'>I always try to be honest.  Well, with the Lord's help I do my best to be honest or not to say anything.  Recently, I've had the good fortune of reconnecting with an old friend of mine from years ago.  Our "chance" meeting was one that really cheered me up that day.  I found out that this dear brother had been through some of the same things I have been through in the past decade.  This prologue brings me to the main subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a legalist.  And to be fair, I still have to be careful not to fall into that trap again.  While fighting legalism, a person can become a "legalist" by fighting legalism.  Oh the paradox.  While working at a CCM radio station back in the nineties I had another announcer named Dan L that worked along side me.  As I think back on this man "now", I realize that I had really dropped the ball.  He had tried so hard to get me to show him some attention.  Well, I was too busy with my daily activities to give him "time of day."  He even brought in a card with a painting by Renoir to give to me.  I quickly looked at it, and tossed it aside.  I brought this up for a very special reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man was reaching out to me.  But, I was too busy being caught up in my own life to show him the kindness he deserved.  To this day, it still bothers me that I shunned him.  It wasn't intentional, it was that I was too concerned about my own life to care about him.  He needed a friend, and I failed to be there for him.  If I could ever find him again, I would repent for my callous attitude towards him.  God knows I've already repented to the Lord for the way I ignored this part-time announcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Philippians 2:4 it says, "Do not be concerned about your own interests, but also be concerned about the interests of others." ISV.  Obviously that verse isn't dealing with being a busy-body or a gossip but clearly shows a poignant point.  We all do look out for our own things which seems clear enough, but God would want us to care for others along the way.  I have found out, the hard way, that if I become too busy to care for others, then I have become too busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the old sayings too.  "Christians are the only ones who shoot their own wounded" etc.  You know something, that is really true.  So, point one is clear, we should help others. Two, when you go through something horrible in your life, you find out very quickly who your real friends and who aren't.  Michael English is a prime example.  The world and especially the so-called "caring" Christian community dumped him like a hot potato when he failed.  If you haven't read his book, you should. When a person stumbles, and it is their fault, they will have to live through consequences even though God forgives the sin. My friend Steve said that he hopes that Michael English won't go through the rest of his life apologizing all the time. When I talked with Michael in a pastor's office sometime back, he just hugged me and told me that he was glad I never rejected him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that I had reconnected with had some similar issues in his life as I have in mine.  He reassured me that the way he got through it was to "throw himself into the arms of Jesus."  We have spent a lot of time recently talking over the way "organized religion" gets in the way of true believing.  And...it does. So many treat others in the church as if they have leprosy.  I want to make the next point clear though:  I believe in church.  However, I don't believe in a church that will abuse their gifts or talents and make you bow to a system of works that they think is biblical.  My friend I mentioned above recommended one of the best books that has been around for years called, "The Subtle Power Of Spiritual Abuse."  If Christians are getting tired of abuse in the church, why do you think non-believers don't want anything to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am learning to walk softly around hurting people.  I say that I am "learning" for we never truly totally "learn" everything in this life.  In hindsight I know that I'd do things a bit differently when it comes to the man I mentioned earlier that gave me the card. Below I attached a music clip from Gordon Jensen's song, "Back In My Jonah Days." I think it really goes along with what I've tried to say. I hope I always remain open to the hurts and needs of others.  I have a lot of learning to do, but I think I've learned a little along the way.  May the peace of Christ be with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back In My Jonah Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=180472&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4290188645802274227?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4290188645802274227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/jonah-days_6861.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4290188645802274227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4290188645802274227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/jonah-days_6861.html' title='Jonah Days'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-6003620392745581437</id><published>2009-02-02T07:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SYcR3ThvArI/AAAAAAAAB6M/IbpCu1Pvep0/s1600-h/groundhogday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SYcR3ThvArI/AAAAAAAAB6M/IbpCu1Pvep0/s200/groundhogday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298223128456921778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, hence, according to "official" Groundhog rules, more winter! Before I delve into my real subject matter, I have always thought this tradition was a bit backwards. "If" the groundhog sees his shadow that means that the sun must be shining. With that in mind, it would seem to equate the sun shining with warm weather. But, it means we'll have more winter instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit I'm not a football fan. Oh, I might follow an occassional Green Bay game but that's about it. I didn't know who was even in the Super Bowl! So, I watched one of my old favorite movies last night, "Groundhog Day" with Bill Murray. Yes, we know that it's a comedy but there are certain scenes that were extremely sad. When Bill Murray finds out that the homeless man had passed away, he made sure the next day that the man was fed! To me the whole emphasis on the story is how one man finally gets it right! To me, that's what the whole epiphany is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some trivia notes. By the way, I am one of those that read "liner notes" from CD's, watch all the credits at the end of a movie, ad infinitum. Most of the movie was actually filmed in Woodstock Illinois. Woodstock is just east of my old stomping grounds of Rockford where I lived for ten years. I really liked Rockford! Now, in Rockford there is a quarry there. From my understanding, the scene where Bill is in the truck with the groundhog and decides to drive it over the edge into the quarry was filmed in Rockford. Every time I would drive past that quarry I would think about that scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to watch that old movie again. Yep, I passed up the Super Bowl to watch the movie. However, the Steelers might have a "Groundhog Day" thing happening. Is it the sixth time they have become Super Bowl champs? Go figure. Well, kiddies, that's it for today. Stay warm and have a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-6003620392745581437?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6003620392745581437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/groundhog-day_6508.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6003620392745581437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6003620392745581437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/groundhog-day_6508.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SYcR3ThvArI/AAAAAAAAB6M/IbpCu1Pvep0/s72-c/groundhogday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-7061126569441724386</id><published>2009-01-29T20:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>This has been passed around and I thought I would use it for my post today. It basically deals with "25 random things about me." And it's supposed to be written randomly and not in any chronological order. Well, you heard the phrase, "it's all about me." I guess today, it is! haha. I read some pretty interesting things from other bloggers. So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Things About Me (this is totally off the cuff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a huge Peter Strauss fan. Ever since I saw him in "Rich Man, Poor Man" in 1976 I have been enthralled with his acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a love for maps. I can sit and look at a world atlas and eat it up. I like looking at how far it takes to get from one place to another and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I chuckled at Cindy's comment on not wanting to be in a hardware store. I have the same feeling about being in a fabrics/crafts store. Oh, the pain, the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My favorite novels of all time are "Rich Man Poor Man" and "Beggarman Thief" (the sequel) both written by Irwin Shaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cannot stand winters. I am definitely in the wrong state. We just got hammered with a lot of snow. I am like a bear, I can definitely hibernate inside during this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to travel. I've been all over the US and fortunate to go to Germany twice! Nurnberg is a geat historic site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like clowns. I don't like circuses either. There's a troubling aspect for me with the clown thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Even though it is cheap, my favorite cologne is "Aspen." However, if I am around anyone that has too much of a fragrance on, it gives me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My favorite foods are chili, steak, potatoes, vegetables and fruits. I don't like cassaroles of any kind at all. I get sick even thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love all kinds of music except for rap. The only exception might be "DC Talk" if they use a lot of melody in a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Other than the aforementioned novels that were written in the seventies, I don't care for novels. I would rather watch a good movie over a novel. I prefer non-fiction books and love biographies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I was born a blonde. I had long curly locks of hair. Well, it turned dark. I keep my hair short. If it gets longer it tends to become wavy. I like straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have many things that I wish I could do but don't have the talent for. The biggest one is being a singer or musician. Thankfully, my speaking voice held up and I got paid to play music. Most of my heroes have been musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm very fond of aviation. I'm always in awe of a plane in flight. When I do travel, half the fun is flying. However, now with all the security some of the fun has been taken out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I enjoy movies that deal with politics. "Breach", "In The Life Of Fire", "Dave", "The Sentinel" and others are big favorites of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I love the smell of wood burning. When I was in the fifth grade, we were going outside for recess and some home nearby had a wood burning stove going. It was sunny that day and I felt so alive. To this day, that is my favorite smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One of my all time favorite states is Texas. I really like warm weather and I can take the heat better than the cold. Plus, I visited my friend Roland there a few years back when he lived outside of Dallas. What a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm left-handed. They say that there are ten to fifteen percent of people who are. It is a disadvantage. Everything seems to be made for right-handers. When I was in school I had to make sure I took my ball glove for recess. Many kids would borrow other friend's gloves. However, there aren't that many lefties and that kind of left me out. My grandfather on my father's side was left-handed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I favor Coke over Pepsi. However, I drink Pepsi. For some reason if I drink too much Coke, it causes pain. The Pepsi doesn't. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The very first 45rpm (or any music) I ever bought was "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" by B.J. Thomas. I think I was ten years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The very first CD I ever bought was in 1989 and it was "Holm, Sheppard and Johnson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My favorite types of cars are the BMW and Mercedes. Also, I really like the old classic Mustangs. You could say I have a steak taste on a hamburger budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I don't like board games. The only board game I do like is Chess. I'm not good at it, but I do like the game itself. Plus, I don't play video games. I'm terrible at them. It's awful when ten year olds can beat me at them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My favorite colors are hunter green and navy blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I really like the History Channel, Discovery and Biography channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it! Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-7061126569441724386?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7061126569441724386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things_987.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7061126569441724386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7061126569441724386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things_987.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5103786762516917555</id><published>2009-01-14T11:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Background Vocalists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SW6okpTTEPI/AAAAAAAAB4g/9Wllm2jxUB4/s1600-h/Judy+Rodman+(3).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SW6okpTTEPI/AAAAAAAAB4g/9Wllm2jxUB4/s200/Judy+Rodman+(3).bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291351959722463474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a very old song written by G.T. Haywood that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a crimson stream of blood, It flows from Calvary, Its waves which reach the throne of God, are sweeping over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite version of this song "I See A Crimson Stream" had background vocalists Judy Rodman and Ellen Dockery.  It was recorded around 1983. This happens to be my all-time favorite gospel song.  I did some checking and found out that Judy Rodman has a list of credits so long it's incredible.  She's recorded jingles, sang background for so many artists it would be difficult to name them all, and also does a great biz as a vocal coach!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm a huge fanatic (in a good way, grin) about reading liner notes in CD's. Even before radio was a career for me, I always read the back of album jackets at who produced the record, who sang harmony, who was the backing vocalists and the musicians that played on the recording.  I feel too many times that the background vocalists and musicians don't get their fair share of the credit. When you listen to your favorite artist, think about all that goes into a recording.  Everything has to be right.  Everything from the producer, arranger, engineer, bgv's, musicians, and more.  So, today, I just wanted to honor those that have done a great job at making projects soar!  If I remember right, "First Call" got their name because they were originally session artists that would get the "first call" to come in and record.  By the way, Marty McCall is a great guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Rodman and I chatted about how great her vocals were when she sang chorus on my favorite gospel song.  She has one incredible voice. So, hats off to the unsung heroes (well, they did sing, uh...I'm sounding like Hank Kimball from Green Acres now). Hats off to those behind the scenes in the recording industry.  Also, those in radio behind the scenes deserve credit too.  Those who sell ads for the station, that do the billing, keep the engineering up to date and so much more!  Have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sample of Judy's MTM days with her number one single &lt;strong&gt;"Until I Met You"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=180361&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5103786762516917555?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5103786762516917555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/background-vocalists_9331.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5103786762516917555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5103786762516917555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/background-vocalists_9331.html' title='Background Vocalists'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SW6okpTTEPI/AAAAAAAAB4g/9Wllm2jxUB4/s72-c/Judy+Rodman+(3).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5127969684127896045</id><published>2009-01-08T20:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90 Minutes In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SWbaBer86bI/AAAAAAAAB3o/JiW30XD3s-I/s1600-h/90min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SWbaBer86bI/AAAAAAAAB3o/JiW30XD3s-I/s200/90min.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289154531345361330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was recommended to me.  It didn't take very long to read.  Really, I didn't want to read it at first.  Maybe because I am not given to extremes it caused me to shy away from this book.  I consider myself evangelical, moderately Calvinistic and have leanings to the Baptist faith.  Don Piper, the author himself, is a Southern Baptist.  So, I thought I'd give it a shot. I think too, that the TV guys on TBN many times gives the true gospel a black-eye. At the same time, I didn't want to rule out something that could have really happened.  Years ago there was some guy that showed up at the radio station claiming he went to heaven. This guy had some weird ideas. I guess that event left me a bit skeptical.  But, I thought I'd give this book a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book itself deals not so much of the ninety minutes Don spent in heaven as it does dealing with life here and now.  From that perspective it really did touch me from that angle.  Don Piper went through a horrible ordeal when an eighteen-wheeler crushed his '86 Ford Escort he was driving.  Now, I owned an Escort and believe me, those things are small.  At any rate, I have kept an open thought process to what happened to him.  In chapter ten he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of my stubborn resistance to showing emotion, the months of intense pain finally crumbled my resolve. I broke down and cried.  I felt worthless, beaten down and useless.  I was convinced I would never get better.  "God, why is it like this? Why am I going through this constant pain that never seems to get better?"  Again, I prayed for God to take me.  I didn't want to live any longer.  I wanted to go back home, and now for me, home meant heaven.  (End of quote.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many can relate to how Don felt.  For, I too, have been there.  Four years ago I developed physical pain that sometimes seems unbearable.  Each month it seems like it is getting worse.  And I haven't been anywhere near the pain that Don Piper must have been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask, "Do you believe he did or did not go to heaven?"  I'll answer it this way.  I have reason to believe he did.  That to me, is really between him and the Lord himself.  I wasn't there.  I do know that I have viewed some things in this life that I cannot physically explain.  I have seen some healings.  We had a lady that worked in our sales department who had a vetebrae problem.  She showed me the before and after x-rays and there was no doubt she was healed!  I have prayed for loved ones that were healed.  Plus, in 1990 I almost died twice in a matter of three days.  God spared my life.  And just like Don Piper, there were people that were in my life during those two miserable weeks in the hospital.  It's comforting to have those around when you really go through the fire! I know that Don Piper was so appreciative of those that stood by him.  I remember the ones that were there for me when I thought I had "bought the farm."  Ginger, Joel, Josh and Diana from the station immediately come to mind.  I'll never forget their kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance, read Don's book.  I do know this, heaven is real!  Someday mortality will put on immortality.  These aching bodies will ache no more.  Those who live with chronic pain understand this all too well.  Don's book was an encouragement to me as I deal with my pain.  And...if you by chance, just happened to come across this post by accident, and you are in need of hope, give Don's book a chance!  May the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5127969684127896045?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5127969684127896045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/90-minutes-in-heaven_318.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5127969684127896045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5127969684127896045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/90-minutes-in-heaven_318.html' title='90 Minutes In Heaven'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SWbaBer86bI/AAAAAAAAB3o/JiW30XD3s-I/s72-c/90min.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1632780286435329307</id><published>2009-01-06T17:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SWQM5AQdnFI/AAAAAAAAB3g/381u9B1b_Ss/s1600-h/mac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SWQM5AQdnFI/AAAAAAAAB3g/381u9B1b_Ss/s200/mac.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288366035900931154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just wanted to give credit where it is due.  For years, Dr. John MacArthur and his program "Grace To You" has been a strong staple in my spiritual life.  I first heard of John back in 1987.  I don't know why I hadn't heard of him sooner.  But, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's Christian world there are so many voices that fill the airwaves.  It would do us wise to check out anyone that we listen to.  Obviously, Paul the apostle also said that those who teach will be held to a higher standard as well.  John MacArthur fits the model to me of a man of faith, theologically sound and loyal.  Of course those who know me, know where I stand theologically.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently John has made many of his sermons available to those who would like to download them via mp3.  What a blessing.  It's great too, if you take your Ipod and load it up with those sermons and play them on long trips in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some ministries that I really believe in, and "Grace To You" is one of them.  So, if you find the time, check out www.gty.org.  I'm a bit biased but I think his study bible is one of the best ever.  There was an old credit card commercial from years ago that said, "don't leave home without it!"  I kind of feel that way about John's study bible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take a few moments today and give credence to a man that I believe has stood the test of time and is a loyal man of God.  In this day and age, especially now, we need sound doctrine more than ever.  So, if you find the time, check out the "Grace To You" website. The link is on the right.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1632780286435329307?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1632780286435329307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/grace-to-you_2795.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1632780286435329307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1632780286435329307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/grace-to-you_2795.html' title='Grace To You'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SWQM5AQdnFI/AAAAAAAAB3g/381u9B1b_Ss/s72-c/mac.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-6893276218874164954</id><published>2008-12-28T19:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Crazy Sayings</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I got to thinking about some crazy things people say. Not only in real life but the movies too! Some just don't make any sense to me. Here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali McGraw (Jennifer) says: "Love means never having to say your sorry." Ah, excuse me! Really, that has to be one of the worst movie lines I've ever heard. In my estimation, true love means you do say your sorry at times. So, in Ali's case, whomever loves her better be perfect and not mess up so the poor dude doesn't have to say he's sorry and his carcass thrown out the door!  Plus, she'd better never have a faux pas and have to swallow her words and say, "I'm sorry."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FDR says, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."  Really?  That quote still advocates believing in some kind of fear.  I think he meant well.  Maybe it could have been better quoted as, "Do not fear."  Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cube in "State Of The Union" says that he's getting ready for World War 4.  Hmmm...was number three past and we missed it?  Gotta love the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God helps those who help themselves."  This is an old one.  Of course, by now, most people know that this isn't in the Bible.  This quote belongs to Ben Franklin.  Two quick points.  One:  God does for us what we couldn't do for ourselves and that is to save mankind.  Two:  We are created in Christ Jesus to do good works.  Plus, I do believe that God will give people faith to carry out his commands and he will bless those who do.  The bottom line is simply, God did for us what we couldn't do for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Revelations."  Yep, "revelations" plural.  Now, for fun, I'm getting a bit picky here.  But this does irk me.  Some well meaning believer says, "You know it says in the book of Revelations...."  I know they must mean well, but c'mon.  It's also commonly mistaken to call it John's Revelation.  To clear this up let's get the proper syntax. "The Revelation of Jesus Christ To Saint John."  One revelation in totality given by Christ TO John.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for some of those that show no respect for God Almighty or his Word.  "The man upstairs", "the Good Book" and those things are just plain bad.  Plus, the Word of God does include good things but it is also filled with violence, murder, war, mistrust and other nefarious deeds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy Lane's commercial:  "All the songs you ever wanted."  This was mentioning her Christmas CD.  Hmmm...I'm sure glad the ad execs polled all the U.S. citizens and found out the exact Christy songs we always wanted.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one old CCM song that said: "Jesus was born on Christmas day."  What?!  Okay, so they are saying that Christmas day was always around and thankfully Jesus just happened to be born on that day.  What a horse laugh.  Go Mr. Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cosmic Cowboy."  With all due repects to Barry McGuire and him hanging around old Monkee Mike Nesmith, my Lord shouldn't be referred to as some caricature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One local charismatic pastor quotes, "the gifts of the Spirit will be in operation."  He is referring to his upcoming services.  How can he be so sure of what God is going to do on any given day?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this one is from years ago.  I still chuckle at this news story.  I don't remember the exact details but the news reporter on TV was talking to a man about the tough times that the city was facing.  So, the man postures himself to look good and says, "Sometimes you're just caught between a rock and a hard stone!"  Man, I still laugh at that one.  Aren't they the same?  Okay, it was a gaffe.  But, this dude tried to look so impressive.  And to believe I remembered that from over twenty years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes...to be fair, I'm going to close with my own personal crazy saying.  Years ago at a radio station in Illinois, I was training a lady named Diana in the billing department.  Well, I remember we were in discussion about some vital info she'd need and I made the statement "If I don't remember, I'll forget!"  Diana burst out in laughter and tears.  I think she finally became composed ten minutes later.  It was a location thing.  In other words, it may not sound funny to you, but maybe it would have been if you had "been there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Art Linkletter said that kids say the craziest things.  But, many adults have followed suit.  Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-6893276218874164954?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6893276218874164954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/those-crazy-sayings_4457.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6893276218874164954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6893276218874164954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/those-crazy-sayings_4457.html' title='Those Crazy Sayings'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-8590852644333190485</id><published>2008-12-08T16:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Him Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/ST2_ZMyRo_I/AAAAAAAAB2I/ahKMSz9F2bg/s1600-h/gm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 84px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/ST2_ZMyRo_I/AAAAAAAAB2I/ahKMSz9F2bg/s200/gm.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277584777997820914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the big news is the auto makers problems. A few observations. One, let the CEO go. Seriously, giving this man money to revive GM is like handing a drug addict another dose of heroin. If he can't do the job why would you give him more funds? I've wrestled with this one. I think that if the government loans the big 3 money, then fire the top execs. They aren't getting the job done. I also feel that if the union leaders weren't so greedy and driving up the costs of a company, they too, should be held responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, are people crazy? This whole debacle of a store employee and a pregnant woman being trampled upon for a Walmart blitz is incredible if not ridiculous. It's reprehensible that people would trample over a lady that is pregnant so they can get the latest gadget. As my chiropractor's office manager said, "Anymore, in this country, it's all about us!" She is right. People are so into themselves anymore it isn't even funny. Even Christians. We'd rather be entertained than ministered to. We'd rather be ministered to than minister! It really is a sad state. It seems so many have become obsessed with self. I have harped home this point so often: We will fall like Rome did. It's only a matter of time. May the Lord Jesus Christ have mercy upon us all. For those who are truly living selfless lives, I applaud you. Paul the apostle said it best, "I count all but loss except to know Christ and him crucified." Yes, he did say it the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-8590852644333190485?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8590852644333190485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-him-go_3769.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8590852644333190485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8590852644333190485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-him-go_3769.html' title='Let Him Go'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/ST2_ZMyRo_I/AAAAAAAAB2I/ahKMSz9F2bg/s72-c/gm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4605086583809288505</id><published>2008-11-24T12:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As It Grows Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SSsRrpt5LqI/AAAAAAAAB1A/sX6qcuvl0Y4/s1600-h/sample-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SSsRrpt5LqI/AAAAAAAAB1A/sX6qcuvl0Y4/s200/sample-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272327230397689506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon Jensen penned his signature song many years ago, "Redemption Draweth Nigh." The lines go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of time have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;Since I first heard it told&lt;br /&gt;How Jesus would come again someday&lt;br /&gt;If back then it seemed so real&lt;br /&gt;Then I just can’t help but feel&lt;br /&gt;How much closer His coming is today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the mid-seventies as a new believer, I really thought things were pretty bad then. I thought Gordon's song was so apropos for that time period. I honestly didn't think I would see the year 2000. I really thought Jesus would have parted the eastern sky by then. So, here we are in 2008. I was thinking over my life the other night in great detail. Sitting alone in my mother's favorite old chair that I've been able to keep since she passed away, many thoughts came my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a boy I never would have believed some of the things that I've been allowed to do in this life the Lord has granted me. You see, about four years ago, a pain has come my way that truly has become my own "thorn in the flesh" so to speak.  With that being said, God has truly given this Ohio boy more blessings than I ever deserved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most who know me would chuckle at me saying I am shy by nature. Actually, I am. But, somehow with God's help, I came out of that shell. I was able to go into broadcasting and speak to many on the air-waves. (It would have been much easier for me to actually be an engineer or just run the potentiometers on a control board.) I stood before crowds and had the honor of introducing many Christian artists I loved. I have preached in Pentecostal, Nazarene and Baptist churches on a few occasions, ministered to youth and this is hard to believe... I led music for one church. Thank the Lord we had a small crowd! I don't have the singing voice. That's why I relied on my speaking voice instead. I've traveled all over the country, been to Germany and France, swam in the ocean, seen the Grand Canyon, the Pacific ocean, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had some very dark days in my life as well. The end of a covenant in 97 that about destroyed me. Lost a nephew due to an unfortunate accident that happened to him, lost my mother in 2002 and lost the love of my life years ago. Then, on top of that, I developed the above mentioned pain that I live with. There were days I didn't think I'd live through. Yes, I've had some dark days in this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said all of that to say this: all-in-all, I'm still thankful. I'm thankful to a God that didn't have to save me but he did anyway. He looked down upon me and called me unto himself. I'm so thankful to an old Baptist preacher by the name of Oliver Greene that wrote a tract called, "The End Of The World." I knelt by my bed in June of 1973 and committed my life unto the Lord. I looked out my bedroom window in that old farm house and knew I wanted to change my world for Christ. I started passing out tracts, it seems, by the hundreds. Then, later God sent me to Toledo Ohio and I was able to go into Christian radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God done with me? No, not until he says so! I do want to epilogue this post though. The above mentioned things that I accomplished weren't said in any form of pride. I know that "any" ability or gift that I ever had came from the Father of Lights. In myself there is no good thing. I'm only useful as an empty glove that the master puts his hand into, to use for his glory. When I see him, "if" there are any crowns that he would give me, I will gladly give them all back to him! There's also an old song that says, "I owe it all to Jesus." And...I do. Those who know me well, know that I try to keep a low profile and give all the credit to Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did all of this have to do with Gordon's song? Plenty. With the signs of times as they are, I sense it in my spirit we are closer to his appearing than ever. I plan to mention some disturbing trends later on this week. I was really going to talk about Citibank today, the upcoming administration, GM and more...but I think this was the way today's post was meant to go. Back to my original thought: I'm thankful for the life God has given me. It's easy for me to become cynical and look at what I don't have and not look what he has "already" provided! So, if the Lord came back today, I've been blessed. Nothing in and of myself, purely by his grace!   This world offers so much and delivers so little. I don't have my heart fixed on these things. Christmas too, is just another gluttonous feast for the masses. My heart is set on heaven. May it always be that way and I pray to the Father, I never forget it either. Even so, Lord Jesus, come quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4605086583809288505?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4605086583809288505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-it-grows-near_2476.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4605086583809288505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4605086583809288505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-it-grows-near_2476.html' title='As It Grows Near'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SSsRrpt5LqI/AAAAAAAAB1A/sX6qcuvl0Y4/s72-c/sample-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-269648329807061475</id><published>2008-11-07T18:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SRT9oe7BuvI/AAAAAAAABYc/rMhI1YJ2Ems/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SRT9oe7BuvI/AAAAAAAABYc/rMhI1YJ2Ems/s200/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266112736240188146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she left us for heaven in 2002, Mom's legacy lives on in our hearts.  My brother Terry and I were brought to the Lord with Mom's help in 1973.  Mom also prayed for our sister Julie to come to the Lord.  Julie now lives and serves our Savior.  I miss her very much.  Sometimes I don't say much as it gets to me emotionally.  However, my Lord knows that my heart misses her with each passing day.  Well, there will be a coronation day.  Someday when the Lord returns, we will all be reunited.  I can only imagine what glories my mother is seeing in heaven.  Although there are times I wish she could come back to me here, I know she is better off in heaven and wouldn't want to come back to this forsaken earth.  I know she misses us too. So, even though you aren't physically here Mom, Happy Birthday!  "I love you. I'll see you again."  Those were the last words I spoke to her. I intend to keep my word on what I said.  In will be a great day when we all will stand before our Lord, home for good!  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Sorry for the bad scan of her pic.  My scanner has developed a mind of its own and is behaving like a rotten child at the moment.  The spanking is on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-269648329807061475?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/269648329807061475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-mom_5803.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/269648329807061475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/269648329807061475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-mom_5803.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SRT9oe7BuvI/AAAAAAAABYc/rMhI1YJ2Ems/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2534820893680061516</id><published>2008-11-05T08:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Days</title><content type='html'>Well, the election is over.  I normally don't post anything of a political nature on my blog.  It seems that you can talk about Jesus all day and no one is offended anymore.  But, if you mention your favorite candidate, you'll get attacked from every side.  Sad isn't it?  Well, I'm going to keep this brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does bother me that now we have a president-elect, and a House and a Congress that are Democrat controlled.  I will say that whomever was elected I think our country is too far gone to be saved.  You see, the scripture is true.  Paul wrote to Timothy about the last days.  I'm not an alarmist, but I can see it all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war situation, the economy, foreclosures, job losses, shifting work overseas and more, add to the woes that are among us.  However, I do want to end on a more upbeat note.  I want to write about hope.  If we place our hope in money and it goes...so goes our hope.  If we place our hope in our health and it fails, so goes our hope.  IF we always place our hope in Christ we'll never be out of hope. So true. That little quote wasn't original.  It came from someone else who is much wiser than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are commanded in scripture to pray for the leaders of this country.  I'm not trying to be cynical, but I wonder how many liberals ever prayed for a conservative president?  Only God knows.  All I know is that I pray for whomever is in office.  In these dark days that are ahead we should do just that.  The good news is to follow.  As the days grow darker, we are just getting closer to the coming of our Lord.  Our hope must rest in the Lord.  For whom else can we turn to?  I think the answer in obvious.  Well, the dust has settled.  What is done is done.  I'm not happy about it.  But, let's do the biblical thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I exhort therefore, that, first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, &lt;br /&gt;and giving of thanks, be made for all men; &lt;br /&gt;For kings, and for all that are in authority; &lt;br /&gt;that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and honesty. &lt;br /&gt;For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Saviour" &lt;br /&gt;(I Timothy 2:1-3). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul our beloved apostle had it right.  Even so come Lord Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2534820893680061516?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2534820893680061516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-days_3045.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2534820893680061516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2534820893680061516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-days_3045.html' title='Dark Days'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-791317272767561672</id><published>2008-10-25T20:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Listening Lord</title><content type='html'>I mentioned Gordon Jensen a few posts back.  I can't get enough of his song, "I'm Listening Lord."  The chorus goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice that tells me which way I should go&lt;br /&gt;The voice that tells me, "left or right, yes or no"&lt;br /&gt;The still small voice that whispers peace to my soul&lt;br /&gt;The voice that calmly assures me I'm one of his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, to me it just doesn't get any better than that.  Sometimes I think that I'm the only one going through anything.  How wrong I am at those times.  I know so many that have struggles.  I was talking to June, a friend I've known for a very long time.  As we sat and discussed so many things, I realized, we all are in the same boat!  We all need to say, "I'm listening Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we ever get to a place that we think we've made it and can do it on our own, we are in for some deep trouble.  More than ever, I know that I need to listen to his voice.  There's so much noise around us.  TV's, stereos, cars, traffic, other people's opinions, ad infinitum.  But, it's God's "still small voice" that needs to get through.  I hope I never get too busy that I drown out that voice.  I need him too much!  I remember like yesterday when I knelt by my bed at sixteen years of age and gave my life to the Lord.  I listened!  Lord, please remind me, I need your voice.  He loves us.  Until soon, may you be filled with his presence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-791317272767561672?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/791317272767561672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-listening-lord_808.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/791317272767561672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/791317272767561672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-listening-lord_808.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Listening Lord'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3364596136548499598</id><published>2008-10-24T11:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palin In Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SQIR7mRKTAI/AAAAAAAABYE/yIRgdsURDQA/s1600-h/capt_63618248a7ea4c96b486c4dac066d17c_mccain_palin_2008_ohsp101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SQIR7mRKTAI/AAAAAAAABYE/yIRgdsURDQA/s200/capt_63618248a7ea4c96b486c4dac066d17c_mccain_palin_2008_ohsp101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260787030304640002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to attend the rally in Troy Ohio.  Sarah Palin had many great things to say.  So, obviously you know where I stand on political views.  It was a packed house and it was filled with enthusiasm.  The weather coopereated even though it was bit chilly but sunny.  I'm glad the rally was yesterday and not today as its been pouring rain all day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah then went onto Pennsylvania.  Later last night I watched her on Fox News being interviewed by Sean Hannity.  She had on the same attire with the cute polar bear pin! The election will be interesting.  We need to earnestly pray for this nation.  We have so many things that needs worked on.  Well, at any rate, what a great time to hear a lot of people cheering on Governor Palin.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3364596136548499598?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3364596136548499598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/palin-in-person_2111.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3364596136548499598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3364596136548499598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/palin-in-person_2111.html' title='Palin In Person'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SQIR7mRKTAI/AAAAAAAABYE/yIRgdsURDQA/s72-c/capt_63618248a7ea4c96b486c4dac066d17c_mccain_palin_2008_ohsp101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-7801686707285993779</id><published>2008-10-20T13:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordon Jensen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPzxXf_txtI/AAAAAAAABX8/mg0jJCE42Qk/s1600-h/GordonFramedPIC4WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPzxXf_txtI/AAAAAAAABX8/mg0jJCE42Qk/s200/GordonFramedPIC4WEB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259343850889922258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd thought he'd literally fell off the radar. Gordon Jensen has a long musical career of writing and singing many songs that you may know. "Redemption Draweth Nigh" and "I Should Have Been Crucified" are two that immediately comes to mind. I became a believer in 1973. One of my earliest influences in gospel music was that of Gordon Jensen. And..."Redemption Draweth Nigh" was the first song I think I heard him sing. I got to know Gordon through the years. I aired his music, interviewed him and was able just to have some great one-on-one times with him in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Terry and I reminisce over a couple of our favorites: "Small Wooden Bridge" and "Bring Back The New Again."  When I moved to Rockford Illinois in the late eighties his current album was "Tuesdays and Thursdays."  After that, it seemed to me, that Gordon just left the planet.  Not so.  I found his new website and realized he took a low profile for awhile.  He still sings and ministers.  I'm so glad he does.  He's a remarkable man, likable and humble.  The latter is what strikes me so much.  He isn't caught up in his own importance.  Also, some of his old recordings are now on CD.  Which makes me very happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was able to spend about an hour on the phone with Gordon talking about the old days, what he's doing now, radio stuff, Nashville, etc.  He's still the same down to earth guy as he's always been. He still travels and ministers and that makes me very glad indeed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems these days we have all the high-tech music and gadgets.  But, I can put on one of Gordon's older releases and still catch the "wind of the Spirit" once again. It was nice catching up with someone that I have a deep respect for in the music ministry.  Have a good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-7801686707285993779?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7801686707285993779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/gordon-jensen_1340.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7801686707285993779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7801686707285993779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/gordon-jensen_1340.html' title='Gordon Jensen'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPzxXf_txtI/AAAAAAAABX8/mg0jJCE42Qk/s72-c/GordonFramedPIC4WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-6533211071632460257</id><published>2008-10-19T18:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPvj2RPeCtI/AAAAAAAABX0/DfZtu0P36T4/s1600-h/making+records.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPvj2RPeCtI/AAAAAAAABX0/DfZtu0P36T4/s200/making+records.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259047511365913298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying that is used from time to time for various things.  One of those would be, "I love music more than the air that I breathe!"  Well, in a hyperbolic sense, maybe.  Technically, we cannot live without air but you get the drift.  I could say that statement about music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had the idea to go to the bookstore.  I called Rosemary and we headed off to one of my favorite bookstores at the edge of town.  I was actually looking for a book on dinosaurs for a friend.  However, the other day I got to thinking that it would be great if someone wrote a book about the inside workings of a recording studio, the engineering and the whole genesis of putting a musical release together.  Well, Rosemary found the book on dinosaurs almost immediately for me.  As usual, the heading, MUSIC over the shelf of books drew me its way.  It only took me a few seconds and I spotted this book by Phil Ramone, "Making Records."  Well, it took me a nanosecond to make the decision to buy the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for music came at a very early age.  My earliest influences were the Beatles, Elvis, Johnny Cash and the Monkees.  Quite a hodgepodge indeed!  I remember the very first 45 rpm I ever bought.  Yes, children, there were things called vinyl records or lps!  (Okay, most of you that read this are in my age group, but I couldn't help but throw that in at no charge!) Mom took me to the local music shop in town that sold and rented musical instruments, many to high school students.  Back then, in the sixties, we didn't have the major outlets we have now.  I plunked down my dollar and some change and picked up, "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" by B.J. Thomas.  I wore that out.  Back then, with vinyl you could literally "wear" a recording out.  Now with CD's, it's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first 33 1/3 LP was "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John.  My collecting began. (I know in a previous post I said I never collected anything.  Well, I stand corrected, I guess I did.)  My collection grew and grew.  Along comes the mid-eighties and the rollout of the CD format comes of age.  I didn't actually purchase a CD player until 1989 or 1990.  Bill, a fellow radio announcer talked me into buying one of those 99 dollar Sharp CD players. I couldn't resist, it had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first CD I ever popped into my new CD player was Christian artist Al Denson's first release.  He had sent me an autographed copy of his new recording.  Al asked me a big favor that he'd be honored if his CD was the first one I played in my new home CD player.  I did!  Side note:  Al told me some years later that he was nervous when I interviewed him for I was the first radio announcer to interview him when he signed with Benson!  What a treat.  I know you are waiting with bated breath to find out what my first CD purchase was.  Oh, c'mon, you know you can't wait. Ha. It was "Holm, Sheppard &amp; Johnson: Soldiers Again."  And so goes the show fellow babies!  (Sorry, been watching too much WKRP lately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, music was a very big escape for me from a world that seemed in disarray. Later, dating girls was my major deal...but I still had the tunes along!  I chose broadcasting as a career.  The choice was pretty easy.  I understood music theory but had no talent to sing or play.  I tried drums but had no rhythm. So, the next best thing was to get paid for playing music!  My first station was in Toledo Ohio in the late seventies.  I cut my teeth on Janny Grein, David Meece, Don Francisco, Steve Archer, Chuck Girard, Barry McGuire, and so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in radio I was fortunate to go to Nashville many times.  Tony and Paul from Benson showed me around the studios. (Benson was a forerunner in CCM before they were bought out.)  They took me into a recording session.  The rhythm tracks had been laid already for this particular CCM artist.  The string session players were doing the overdubs and I was just taking it all in.  I was in seventh heaven. (If there is such a thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a short synopsis for you.  I can't wait to dig into this book.  I also picked up Max Lucado's "Traveling Light."  Hmm...which do I read first?  I think my previous paragraphs makes that clear.  On a closing note, musicians have always been my biggest heroes it seems.  My biggest fantasy has always been to be a lead guitar player in a rock band.  The closest I ever got to that was playing my air guitar.  However, you don't want to see that, it's not a pretty sight.  Ha.  Until later, may the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-6533211071632460257?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6533211071632460257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-records_1233.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6533211071632460257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6533211071632460257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-records_1233.html' title='Making Records'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPvj2RPeCtI/AAAAAAAABX0/DfZtu0P36T4/s72-c/making+records.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3970319194825092722</id><published>2008-10-15T11:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WKRP In Cincinnati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPZ4a2uwxdI/AAAAAAAABXk/a1nDlVvQhUc/s1600-h/wkrp+dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPZ4a2uwxdI/AAAAAAAABXk/a1nDlVvQhUc/s200/wkrp+dvd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257522017765213650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing at the local Wallyworld a week or so ago, I came across the first season of "WKRP In Cincinnati."  For the great price and all of the first year, it was one of those purchases I had to pick up. The show went on the air right about the time I made my own "real" stint in radio in the late seventies.  The show brought back some good memories.  I think the ensemble cast was absolutely great.  Each character had their own style and substance.  It would be hard for me to nail down my favorites for I liked them all.  However, I really liked Gary Sandy as Andy Travis, Tim Reid as Venus Flytrap and my all time fav was Jan Smithers as Baily Quarters.  Actually, being a young guy at the time I had a crush on Jan.  I think she loves me, but she just doesn't know it yet! Grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some memorable episodes.  When Carlson thought turkeys could fly was one of them.  Another one was where Carlson was putting cocaine on his feet because he was told it was foot powder.  Later, he started banging his foot on the floor when he found out it was real "coke" and yelled at Travis saying, "I've lost the feeling in my foot, oh no, I have a monkey on my foot!"  That was way too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously some of the things that happened on the show could have resembled real radio stations.  Some, well, couldn't be.  It's easy to find the goofs in a show.  But, I couldn't help but love it anyway.  For those of you who watched the show, did you notice that it seemed the stylus was always on track one of the albums!  Like, the first cut of the LP was the one always being played.  Then, they didn't use headphones while "live" with the mic open.  What about feedback?  Plus, their phone was on a wall across the studio!  But, you couldn't help but like the show anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bailey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPY2t3Pk7FI/AAAAAAAABXM/V9lZ398Ec5Q/s1600-h/Bailey.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPY2t3Pk7FI/AAAAAAAABXM/V9lZ398Ec5Q/s200/Bailey.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257449776552930386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plus, some characters did resemble some radio people I worked with through the years. I had some general sales managers that seemed to know-it-all like Herb did.  I worked with a few male news directors through the years that were extremely uptight by nature like Les, and I did have a station manager that was like Carlson.  The only difference was Carlson was likable although he didn't know what was going on.  One GM I had was clueless like Carlson but he was a micro-manager that was more worried about the temperature of a studio than what our Arbitron ratings were doing.  Sad but true. I don't like speaking ill of anyone but that one GM was out in left field. Just my humble opinion.  In the Lord, I have no bad feelings about this man, I just felt he didn't belong in radio as he had no previous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, about the closing theme song.  This quote comes from Wikipedia: The closing theme, "WKRP In Cincinnati End Credits", was a hard rock number composed and performed by Jim Ellis, an Atlanta musician who recorded some of the incidental music for the show. According to people who attended the recording sessions, Ellis didn't yet have lyrics for the closing theme, so he sang nonsense words to give an idea of how it would sound. Wilson decided it would be funny to use lyrics that were deliberately gibberish, as a satire on the incomprehensibility of many rock songs. (End Quote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along I thought he was singing real words and I just didn't understand them! All in all, it was a great show.  Too bad they don't make them liked they used to. I've watched the whole season one now I can't wait for season two to be released. Below, listen to the closing theme.  Be well all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WKRP Ending Theme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=170098&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3970319194825092722?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3970319194825092722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/wkrp-in-cincinnati_9038.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3970319194825092722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3970319194825092722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/wkrp-in-cincinnati_9038.html' title='WKRP In Cincinnati'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPZ4a2uwxdI/AAAAAAAABXk/a1nDlVvQhUc/s72-c/wkrp+dvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1087460976008581122</id><published>2008-10-12T17:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPKotnxYEQI/AAAAAAAABXE/gPqV8TCwDvo/s1600-h/crossroads+country.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPKotnxYEQI/AAAAAAAABXE/gPqV8TCwDvo/s200/crossroads+country.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256449216818450690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would do yourself a service by reading &lt;a STYLE="text-decoration: none" href="http://seventhsola.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-question.html#links"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Seventh Sola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He writes about &lt;em&gt;The Final Question&lt;/em&gt;. It seems so many want to keep their heads buried in the sand.  This country is going to pieces bit by bit.  But, we keep hearing the commercials, "Get it now", "You're looking smarter than ever", "Save money, live better", "Zero percent down,  twenty years to pay" (okay, that was a hyperbole), etc.  It's even fallen into the church.  Remember, Old Nero fiddled while Rome burned.  I could go on about the "real" historical reason why he did, but I thought the comment added some icing right about there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the worst of times, we have had it so good.  Even the poorest person in this country has lived better than most of the world.  Remember God said that if you sow to the wind, you'll reap the whirlwind!  And so goes the show.  God is not mocked.  Whatsoever a man sows that he shall also reap.  God deals with man individually but also, he deals with a nation corporately!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have the government bailing out the greedy men of Wall Street.  To add insult to injury, we have government wanting control of the banks.  Does this have a ring of government takeover? Plus, the everyday taxpayer has to pay for the greed of the dudes in the Brooks Brothers suits who made some really bad decisions.  Did the bailout help?  No.  The stocks keep dropping. At least of today's date  And so goes the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted the piper to play.  But, in the end the piper will demand more than his fair share for his music.  Nero fiddled and Rome burned. My brother Terry and I were saved in the early seventies.  I remember him telling me over and over that he never thought that we'd see the year 2000.  He really thought that the Lord would have came back by then.  So did I.  But, now, I can see without myopic view why its had to take so long.  We are also fighting a battle overseas that will eventually lead to our shores.  The trojan horse is here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who wins the election, God's Corporate Will must be unveiled.  And it will.  America has been asleep for too long.  I entitled this post, "America's Crossroads."  By some I'll be waved off as another alarmist.  That's okay.  Those who ignore the Word can't possibly have any divine revelation.  Do I like this?  Rhetorical. No, I don't.  I see dark days ahead.  The good news is that those of us who know the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ are on the brink of seeing him face to face.  I used to be pre-trib but I've dropped that idea.  I only pray that the Body of Christ will be raptured before the great and terrible Day of the Lord happens. He really is all we can count on.  Even so, Lord Jesus, Come quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1087460976008581122?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1087460976008581122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/america-crossroads_4706.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1087460976008581122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1087460976008581122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/america-crossroads_4706.html' title='America&amp;#39;s Crossroads'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPKotnxYEQI/AAAAAAAABXE/gPqV8TCwDvo/s72-c/crossroads+country.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-7522898042127475895</id><published>2008-10-12T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:30:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPKotnxYEQI/AAAAAAAABXE/gPqV8TCwDvo/s1600-h/crossroads+country.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPKotnxYEQI/AAAAAAAABXE/gPqV8TCwDvo/s200/crossroads+country.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256449216818450690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would do yourself a service by reading &lt;a STYLE="text-decoration: none" href="http://seventhsola.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-question.html#links"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Seventh Sola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He writes about &lt;em&gt;The Final Question&lt;/em&gt;. It seems so many want to keep their heads buried in the sand.  This country is going to pieces bit by bit.  But, we keep hearing the commercials, "Get it now", "You're looking smarter than ever", "Save money, live better", "Zero percent down,  twenty years to pay" (okay, that was a hyperbole), etc.  It's even fallen into the church.  Remember, Old Nero fiddled while Rome burned.  I could go on about the "real" historical reason why he did, but I thought the comment added some icing right about there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the worst of times, we have had it so good.  Even the poorest person in this country has lived better than most of the world.  Remember God said that if you sow to the wind, you'll reap the whirlwind!  And so goes the show.  God is not mocked.  Whatsoever a man sows that he shall also reap.  God deals with man individually but also, he deals with a nation corporately!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have the government bailing out the greedy men of Wall Street.  To add insult to injury, we have government wanting control of the banks.  Does this have a ring of government takeover? Plus, the everyday taxpayer has to pay for the greed of the dudes in the Brooks Brothers suits who made some really bad decisions.  Did the bailout help?  No.  The stocks keep dropping. At least of today's date  And so goes the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted the piper to play.  But, in the end the piper will demand more than his fair share for his music.  Nero fiddled and Rome burned. My brother Terry and I were saved in the early seventies.  I remember him telling me over and over that he never thought that we'd see the year 2000.  He really thought that the Lord would have came back by then.  So did I.  But, now, I can see without myopic view why its had to take so long.  We are also fighting a battle overseas that will eventually lead to our shores.  The trojan horse is here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who wins the election, God's Corporate Will must be unveiled.  And it will.  America has been asleep for too long.  I entitled this post, "America's Crossroads."  By some I'll be waved off as another alarmist.  That's okay.  Those who ignore the Word can't possibly have any divine revelation.  Do I like this?  Rhetorical. No, I don't.  I see dark days ahead.  The good news is that those of us who know the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ are on the brink of seeing him face to face.  I used to be pre-trib but I've dropped that idea.  I only pray that the Body of Christ will be raptured before the great and terrible Day of the Lord happens. He really is all we can count on.  Even so, Lord Jesus, Come quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-7522898042127475895?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7522898042127475895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/america-crossroads_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7522898042127475895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7522898042127475895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/america-crossroads_12.html' title='America&amp;#39;s Crossroads'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SPKotnxYEQI/AAAAAAAABXE/gPqV8TCwDvo/s72-c/crossroads+country.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-6404510175006911072</id><published>2008-10-08T15:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was It A Debate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SO07CsawJoI/AAAAAAAABWs/vqG8jbj9Nk8/s1600-h/mccainobama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SO07CsawJoI/AAAAAAAABWs/vqG8jbj9Nk8/s200/mccainobama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254921257680381570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a STYLE="text-decoration: none" href="http://seventhsola.blogspot.com/2008/10/debate-what-debate.html#links"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hit it on the head with his post about the debate last night with Obama and McCain. What Debate? Really, neither side convinced me of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have many who may disagree with me on the following comments. That's quite okay. I don't follow the crowd anyway. But to begin with, vote! I've always felt that if a person doesn't vote they have no right to rant on the things they don't like about an administration. They had their chance. I still believe that as Americans we should vote according to the conscience that God has given us. With that being said, I really think that whoever wins won't change a lot in this country. I know that sounds very negative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in around 1980 when I heard Lester Roloff say in a church service I attended that he thought the USA was so far gone and in a whirlpool that it couldn't find its way out. Now, this man of God was speaking on the subject twenty-eight years ago. He couldn't be more right. Even more so today. Sure, I want the best for this country. I just believe that the end times are upon us. No party will save us. They all promise grandiose things.  How many of those things come to fruition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, did this "bailout" accomplish anything?  It seems every day taxpayers have to shell out the bucks for the greedy men on Wall Street who sold out America.  Don't misread what I've spoken about.  I still pray for this country.  We are told to do so according to the Word.  The Lord though will have his way.  Regardless of who is elected, God's corporate Will must be accomplished.  I do see dark days ahead.  I believe we should pray more and more for our country.  Also we need to pray for those who don't yet know our Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many bad things that are happening.  If there's any good news it's that God is still in control.  We have him in our lives.  Those of us who have placed our trust in his provision for us on the Cross.  Really, with everything that is going on I sense the his coming could be closer than we think.  So when bad times hit, remember, we still serve a God who loves, protects and will guide us.  For that I am thankful.  Let's pray for our leaders.  Let's also pray for those who still need to come to the Cross of Christ.  Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-6404510175006911072?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6404510175006911072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/was-it-debate_9141.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6404510175006911072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6404510175006911072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/was-it-debate_9141.html' title='Was It A Debate?'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SO07CsawJoI/AAAAAAAABWs/vqG8jbj9Nk8/s72-c/mccainobama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5524902204530202759</id><published>2008-10-08T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:30:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was It A Debate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SO07CsawJoI/AAAAAAAABWs/vqG8jbj9Nk8/s1600-h/mccainobama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SO07CsawJoI/AAAAAAAABWs/vqG8jbj9Nk8/s200/mccainobama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254921257680381570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a STYLE="text-decoration: none" href="http://seventhsola.blogspot.com/2008/10/debate-what-debate.html#links"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hit it on the head with his post about the debate last night with Obama and McCain. What Debate? Really, neither side convinced me of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have many who may disagree with me on the following comments. That's quite okay. I don't follow the crowd anyway. But to begin with, vote! I've always felt that if a person doesn't vote they have no right to rant on the things they don't like about an administration. They had their chance. I still believe that as Americans we should vote according to the conscience that God has given us. With that being said, I really think that whoever wins won't change a lot in this country. I know that sounds very negative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in around 1980 when I heard Lester Roloff say in a church service I attended that he thought the USA was so far gone and in a whirlpool that it couldn't find its way out. Now, this man of God was speaking on the subject twenty-eight years ago. He couldn't be more right. Even more so today. Sure, I want the best for this country. I just believe that the end times are upon us. No party will save us. They all promise grandiose things.  How many of those things come to fruition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, did this "bailout" accomplish anything?  It seems every day taxpayers have to shell out the bucks for the greedy men on Wall Street who sold out America.  Don't misread what I've spoken about.  I still pray for this country.  We are told to do so according to the Word.  The Lord though will have his way.  Regardless of who is elected, God's corporate Will must be accomplished.  I do see dark days ahead.  I believe we should pray more and more for our country.  Also we need to pray for those who don't yet know our Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many bad things that are happening.  If there's any good news it's that God is still in control.  We have him in our lives.  Those of us who have placed our trust in his provision for us on the Cross.  Really, with everything that is going on I sense the his coming could be closer than we think.  So when bad times hit, remember, we still serve a God who loves, protects and will guide us.  For that I am thankful.  Let's pray for our leaders.  Let's also pray for those who still need to come to the Cross of Christ.  Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5524902204530202759?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5524902204530202759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/was-it-debate_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5524902204530202759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5524902204530202759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/was-it-debate_08.html' title='Was It A Debate?'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SO07CsawJoI/AAAAAAAABWs/vqG8jbj9Nk8/s72-c/mccainobama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3849799720206576194</id><published>2008-10-06T08:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.J. Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SOou-q8BqLI/AAAAAAAABWk/InX-qknphUo/s1600-h/oj+blows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SOou-q8BqLI/AAAAAAAABWk/InX-qknphUo/s200/oj+blows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254063569493928114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an old adage that says, "The wheels of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small." Prefacing my next statement: "All" of us in life have to live out consequences of all of our actions. Even though O.J.'s new case doesn't stem from his 1995 debacle, it just goes to show how demented individuals can become. However, I do believe that God can still take something different in a person's life to teach an old lesson that needed to be learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not mocked. Never! It may seem that people get by with things in this life. And...at times they do! Some will not answer for the life that they have lived until the Great White Throne Judgement. Others though will get a taste of it here &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; later. For the few who read my blog, you know that I speak a lot about the great love of God. True, the love of God surpasses our understanding. However, we cannot forget that God is also a God of justice, he is angry with the wicked and apart from Christ, his fury will be unleashed. See Psalm Two. I take no pleasure when sinners fall. "We" all were dead in trespasses and sin when Christ rescued us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two types of deception. One: Deception. Two: Self Deception. I think that the latter is the harder one to deal with. If someone deceives you, you may think, "Man, that person deceived me!" However, "self-deception" is a more insidious thing to get over. When we deceive ourselves, we don't know it's going on! We think we are fine. It's as if we look in a mirror and see nothing wrong. It's when we peel back the layers and find out that we have deceived ourselves and then the revelation happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In O.J.'s case, self-deception is truly at work, at least in my estimation. He is only one of millions that will deceive themselves in this life. How many will end up losing their life in eternity because they were blinded? Far too many. After all, "strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leads unto life, and few there be that find it” (Matt. 7:13-14). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world is headed for a major deception as the end of time draws upon us. I would hope that believers will pray to know wisdom in this time. I know it's what I pray for. O.J.'s scenario is just one of many to name a few. We don't have to look very far do we? Wall Street's meltdown, Enron, and others should remind us that we truly are in a deceptive world. What do we do? I know this much: The Word of God is true. I personally believe that if we keep our noses in the Book and pray for wisdom we can weather the storm of deception that is taking hold on our nation. God takes no pleasure in a deceived heart. It would be easy for people to say, "Well, that person got what they deserved." I find it hard to say that. For after all, I'm sure glad that I didn't get what I deserved in life. Christ died for me so I don't have to reap the whirlwind. May the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3849799720206576194?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3849799720206576194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/oj-again_7867.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3849799720206576194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3849799720206576194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/oj-again_7867.html' title='O.J. Again?'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SOou-q8BqLI/AAAAAAAABWk/InX-qknphUo/s72-c/oj+blows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5057410553049513699</id><published>2008-09-23T06:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>So, there you are.  Cleaning out the garage to make room for the car that actually goes there.  You come across an old weed-eater that doesn't work, a rake with a broken handle and a box of old electronic stuff that you had forgotten about.  With hesitation and a sigh you think, "Well, I might really need this stuff.  I can tape the handle on the rake, maybe I can fix the weed-eater and certainly I'll find use for the old box of electronics."  Yeah, even though that box of electronics is over three years old and you didn't know you had it until it appeared again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, by nature, I am not a packrat.  If I don't need it, it goes.  A relative of mine yesterday said men like things too simple.  I told her that it's not that I like things too simple but I believe in practicality.  I will always go for substance over style any day.  I'd rather have things that are easy to use, easy to clean and maintain themselves.  For example, I hate when I see a decorative tie back over a shower curtain.  That's just one more thing to mess with.  Isn't it easier to just use a shower curtain?  You open it, you close it, finis!  But no, we gotta have that extra curtain for decoration that just gets in the way and you have to use the ties to pull it back when you're done.  Well, I'm getting on a rabbit trail now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly is the subject I'm really trying to tackle.  In my own life it's easy for me to let go of material things that get in my way.  It's not so easy for me to "let go" of old memories, hurts and rejection that have come my way at times.  Can you relate?  Have you been there?  Has something ever been said to you that, even though you have forgiven, it still lingers in the recesses of your mind?  I know it does with me from time to time.  I have a saying I use.  It's called, "keeping short accounts."  In other words, I try to take care of things quickly so the enemy doesn't use it as a stronghold later.  An unkind word, a verbal jab, a disagreement, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people in life are living with emotional scars of things gone by?  But, in church you gotta look good, smile and say the proverbial "amen" all the time.  Well, frankly, I'm fed up with that premise.  We need authentic believers that will help bear the burdens of those around us.  I know I've been guilty of not living up to this.  The Lord knows my heart as I write, we need authenticity as never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a family member and I had a difference over some things.  It strained us emotionally for awhile.  I was the one who was wrong.  It took a lot of courage in the Lord to call him and tell him to forgive me for words that were spoken.  I saw him Saturday night over dinner.  We are fine!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to "let go" of things that are in the past.  My prayer the other night to the Lord was simple but profound for me.  It was me asking God to "let go" of things that no longer mattered.  Secondly, I gave him thanks for the life he has given me.  At times I've whined like the children of Israel in the desert.  As Keith Green would put it, "So you wanna go back to Egypt?"  God has blessed me with so many things that I never thought this once shy kid from a small rural town could accomplish.  And if I never accomplish anything else, I've had more of a life than many have had.  I say that humbly.  With no false humility involved, I've often wondered why God would use me?  Before I went into Christian radio I would sing a certain song over and over.  It went like this:  "Jesus use me, please don't refuse me, certainly there's a work that I can do!"  That's still my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, if you are hurt over past words from someone, you were abused, or you suffered greatly...let go.  Forgive and be forgiven.  Sure, if you were a victim of abuse, violence or any other atrocity, you may have to live with the scars.  However, I much rather live with the scars knowing I am forgiven, than to live with a grudge in my heart.  I speak for myself knowing that the "letting go" process works.  After all, we nailed Christ to the cross.  How can we, as children of his, hold on to grudges when the King of the universe forgave us when we were in the depths of sin and had no way out?  May the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5057410553049513699?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5057410553049513699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-of-letting-go_4635.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5057410553049513699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5057410553049513699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-of-letting-go_4635.html' title='The Art Of Letting Go'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-562500364764456814</id><published>2008-09-23T00:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sacred Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SNik7kd76XI/AAAAAAAABV4/cVTsmyDeiFE/s1600-h/sacred+romance.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SNik7kd76XI/AAAAAAAABV4/cVTsmyDeiFE/s200/sacred+romance.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249126709008787826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to mention a great book by Brent Curtis and John Eldredge entitled, "The Sacred Romance." Brent and John say that people love stories.  They contend that much of the Bible is written with stories in mind.  People love to hear a good story.  "The Sacred Romance" is one of those books that literally brought tears.  The whole premise is that God  wants us to draw nearer to him.  In essense, that is the grand scheme of things.  God wants us!  Why, I'll never know. Page after page tells us that this earth and our lives aren't the way it's supposed to be.  We suffer loss, we crave love and things just don't measure up at times.  There is a yearning in all of us that something is missing.  So, we bury ourselves in activities, work, adventure, books, movies, and ad infinitum.  We do so because we "know" something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That missing part is the great romance of God and us!  The part of the book that got to me was one section in particular.  Not verbatim, but it talked about the newness we felt when we came to Christ, the day we got married, our first home-run, etc.  Where did those times go?  Our lives should be a daily "wonder" so to speak.  In one chapter of the book, one of the authors said to a neighbor, "How's it going?"  He replied, "Oh, same old thing!" It shouldn't be that way.  NO, it shouldn't!  When I was a boy I had many days playing baseball, climbing trees, and walking by the stream in the woods that was next to our home.  I was full of life and wonder.  When I received God's invitation to come to him, I did!  I was full of rapture and gladness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm a bit older.  Some of the flicker, it seems, has gone out.  I want that passion renewed.  So, with reading this book, I'm starting a trek.  A trek that will lead me deeper in the arms of God.  God said we'd find him if we'd search for him with our whole hearts.  If my love for anything else is greater than my love for him, I have truly missed the whole secret of life.  I know I've mentioned this many times.  But lately, that chorus by David Baroni keeps repeating itself, "Draw Me Lord and I'll run after you!"  It's taken from the Song Of Solomon chapter 1 verse 4 I believe.  It mentioned the daughters of Jeruselem.  It irks me when pastors just slap that whole book into a doctrinal stance that it is just "the bride of Christ."  True, to some degree it is. But, it's also a love story. In fact I adore love stories.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor and read this book.  Other than, "An Arrow Pointing To Heaven", a book on the life of Rich Mullins, has a book touched me so deeply.  You see, I knew Rich at least well enough to know the wonder he saw in this world and his total abandonment to the call of Christ.  He was a lover of God!  Plus, we know that God so loved him!  May we all fall deeper in our love for Jesus.  Over the weekend I prayed while walking through a parking lot.  I told the Lord that at times my feelings run hot and cold, but he never changes in his love for me.  If we truly are the bride of Christ, let's live like it!  God is the bride groom and he wants a spotless bride.  Unfortunately, at times, I have played the harlot in the theater of life with him.  How I recant in my wandering from the one who loves me so that he would add in Solomon's book, "Draw me away and we will run after you!" All I know is this, God loved us so and always will, let's be drawn into that sacred romance with our groom, the Lord Jesus Christ.  And...may his peace be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-562500364764456814?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/562500364764456814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sacred-romance_7183.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/562500364764456814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/562500364764456814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sacred-romance_7183.html' title='The Sacred Romance'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SNik7kd76XI/AAAAAAAABV4/cVTsmyDeiFE/s72-c/sacred+romance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-880095731992062269</id><published>2008-09-03T15:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SL8PnCMaV5I/AAAAAAAABVw/1gxTerLCQsA/s1600-h/sarah+palin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SL8PnCMaV5I/AAAAAAAABVw/1gxTerLCQsA/s200/sarah+palin.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241925654560790418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governor Sarah Palin will take the stage tonight.  I hope she does well.  I'm sure there are many who are interested in what she has to say.  I don't speak too much on politics but I just had to on this one.  I think McCain was on target for picking her for the VP spot.  Tonight's convention should be an interesting one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-880095731992062269?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/880095731992062269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin_7381.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/880095731992062269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/880095731992062269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin_7381.html' title='Sarah Palin'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SL8PnCMaV5I/AAAAAAAABVw/1gxTerLCQsA/s72-c/sarah+palin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1433486327767135610</id><published>2008-08-23T21:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw Me Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh Draw Me Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I'll run after you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be easy to say I live on the mountaintop most days. However, if we are truthful, sometimes that just isn't the case. Lately, to my chagrin, I've been fumbling my way through the valley. At these times, I feel very alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've learned more in my valleys than I've ever learned in the good times. Sure, I like feeling good, don't all of us want it that way? Rhetorical. Sometimes life just throws us the curves when we are looking for the straight away fast ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do an attitude check from time to time. I'm due for one right now I believe. Not easy, but well worth it. Lately a song that David Baroni wrote has touched me deeply. By the way, David is a tremendous writer and singer. I have admired his music since the mid eighties. The song has been popular by Selah. Simply called, "Draw Me Lord." I've found myself humming this tune over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my Calvinistic tendencies come through. Verses that say, "we love him for he first loved us" and "you have not chosen me but I have chosen you." This song amplifies the great love of God to me. "Draw me Lord! And...I'll run after you!" It's easy for me to run "from" God when I go through deep waters. However, that's the very time I need to run "to" him. When will I ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the clip of this song touch you. No, it's not Selah's version, but you'll like it just the same. I'm hoping anyway! As always, and they aren't just words, may the peace of Christ be with us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Draw Me Lord Clip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=164596&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1433486327767135610?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1433486327767135610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/draw-me-lord_5127.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1433486327767135610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1433486327767135610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/draw-me-lord_5127.html' title='Draw Me Lord'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4219194036863023563</id><published>2008-08-10T23:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJ_a-pZPB8I/AAAAAAAABVo/CtDEgmyJAqo/s1600-h/calif+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJ_a-pZPB8I/AAAAAAAABVo/CtDEgmyJAqo/s200/calif+map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233142061826246594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was some great news!  Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&amp;pageId=71831"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. My friends Roger and Andrea homeschool and I know they have to be happy about the headline.  I've never believed it was the government's responsibility to have control over all areas of a person's life.  Now, if parents "choose" to send their children to public schools, then fine.  But I still believe it's a fundamental right for the parents to decide what's best for their kids and not Big Brother.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4219194036863023563?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4219194036863023563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/homeschooling-victory_5511.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4219194036863023563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4219194036863023563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/homeschooling-victory_5511.html' title='Homeschooling Victory'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJ_a-pZPB8I/AAAAAAAABVo/CtDEgmyJAqo/s72-c/calif+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1003168237633367720</id><published>2008-08-07T22:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJvhKOHbnhI/AAAAAAAABVY/Tpqp3LkGPp0/s1600-h/nick+wasted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJvhKOHbnhI/AAAAAAAABVY/Tpqp3LkGPp0/s200/nick+wasted.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232022957825170962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe this is Nick Nolte.  At one time he was voted the sexiest man alive by People.  Now, I heard two stories about this pic.  One, he was wasted and driving hazardly down the road when stopped.  The other was that he looked the way he did because of a part he was filming and that was "his" role outfit!  Either way, he sure does look different than the great days of when he filmed "Rich Man Poor Man."  But, nothing from the world of Hollywood surprises me.  Well, I had nothing else to write about at length today...so I thought I'd throw in some levity.  As the old movie title goes, "It's A Mad Mad World!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1003168237633367720?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1003168237633367720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/wasted_2043.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1003168237633367720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1003168237633367720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/wasted_2043.html' title='Wasted?'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJvhKOHbnhI/AAAAAAAABVY/Tpqp3LkGPp0/s72-c/nick+wasted.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4473220617017855242</id><published>2008-08-05T16:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tech Guy Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJjlIPSIMUI/AAAAAAAABVQ/zYacRIzsLcQ/s1600-h/nano+rata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJjlIPSIMUI/AAAAAAAABVQ/zYacRIzsLcQ/s200/nano+rata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231182896895111490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do before it came along?  I thought I'd never be interested in one.  But, I'm one of the millions now that have one.  The Ipod.  I was joking with Rosemary the other day about how technology sure has come a long way.  She said, "Randy, I remember the day when I thought the transistor radio was the coolest gadget around!" I couldn't help but agree.  When I was a boy I remember getting my first portable reel-to-reel player.  Now this was even before cassette tapes!  I remember Mom took me into the local five-and-dime store to get one.  As a note, how many remember what a five-and-dime is?  I'm sure a few of you do.  I was so excited to get that player that could actually record a person's voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, cassette tapes came along.  It was in those early days when they had the under the dash mounting brackets to house the unit for the car.  Boy, is that going back in time!  33 1/3 records were the norm as well.  Even before that, remember 8 track tapes?  The thing that annoyed me with that format was simple:  A song would fade out in the middle of the tune, the 8 track would change to the next track, then the song would fade in and continue.  Just when a person was getting into the tune, it faded out! Then when I got my first VCR in 1984 I was psyched.  I went with the Beta format.  Which to this day I feel was a far better format than VHS.  But, marketing has a way of changing the buying habits of consumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venture of CD technology hit in the mid eighties if I remember correctly.  I didn't get my first home CD player until 1989.  It was a cheapie unit that Bill, a co-worker at the radio station, talked me into purchasing.  But, it sounded great to me.  Along comes 1998 and I buy my first DVD player.  It cost a bundle. Even at the enormous price the first one I had wouldn't even play a dvd-r or dvd-rw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3's came along and with it the hoopla and controversy over Napster.  I could go on about mp3s not being as good as standard wave.  Which, in essense mp3s are about a tenth in size as a standard wave file, depending on the bit rate you use.  But, I'll spare you the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, leads me to my final but original point.  I didn't think I'd ever want an Ipod.  But, I had tried cheapie mp3 players that ran on triple-A batteries, the screens were small and they didn't hold the amount of music the Ipod would.  That is, unless you inserted a micro-SD card with extra available memory. Ever since I was a boy I've been enthralled with technological gadgets.  And...I wonder...where does it go from here?  I noticed that stores are carrying less and less CDs.  Online stores offer purchases of mp3 albums for one low cost.  New car players will play the mp3 format as well.  Also, with the advent of Sirius satellite broadcasting I see landbased radio going out the window.  I've had to do some serious thinking about whether returning to radio as a career again is viable.  Even though I was in broadcasting, I grew weary of long-winded deejays.  I used to get annoyed at a consultant who said that announcers needed to keep their "bits" short.  I now understand it.  However, if the announcer had something that was good and could keep an audience's attention, then go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope to get back to some serious writing.  My longtime friend Cindy said that I wrote some good inspirational stuff.  That was sometime back when I was!  The summer has been busy and I've been sparse in my writing.  There's a lot that I want to write about.  The upcoming election, the denegration of true Biblical teaching and more topics.  Hopefully I'll get to it soon.  But for now, time to grab the Ipod and listen to some tunes.  Till soon, may the peace of Christ be with you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4473220617017855242?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4473220617017855242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/tech-guy-speaks_4370.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4473220617017855242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4473220617017855242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/tech-guy-speaks_4370.html' title='The Tech Guy Speaks'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJjlIPSIMUI/AAAAAAAABVQ/zYacRIzsLcQ/s72-c/nano+rata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5715741102666587789</id><published>2008-08-03T04:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Griffey Eager For Pennant Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJWWdfePpNI/AAAAAAAABUw/cFohFFWVlYk/s1600-h/griffey+jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJWWdfePpNI/AAAAAAAABUw/cFohFFWVlYk/s200/griffey+jr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230251975669425362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my beloved Ken Griffey is now a Chicago White Sox.  I have mixed feelings. One, I hated to see him leave Cincy.  However, on the other hand, it'll be good for him to go to the White Sox who are league contenders. Plus, I lived near Chicago for ten years and it'll be nice to see him play with the White Sox.  With Griffey's longevity with the Reds it's sad that he hasn't seen World Series play.  I'm glad he stayed with the Reds long enough to get to the six-hundred home run mark.  I've always seen Ken as a stand up guy.  I wish him well.  However, it just doesn't seem the Reds will be the same without him.  Best wishes to him.  On a final note I just hope the Reds don't get rid of Adam Dunn.  Sure, Dunn's fielding at times is a bit shaky but his bat I think even things out.  I was bummed when the Reds got rid of Josh Hamilton.  But, that's the way the show goes.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5715741102666587789?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5715741102666587789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/griffey-eager-for-pennant-race_3451.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5715741102666587789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5715741102666587789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/griffey-eager-for-pennant-race_3451.html' title='Griffey Eager For Pennant Race'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SJWWdfePpNI/AAAAAAAABUw/cFohFFWVlYk/s72-c/griffey+jr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1383065450581288520</id><published>2008-07-29T18:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Still Endures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SI_GUtmS8tI/AAAAAAAABUo/YfFRysBKGsc/s1600-h/peter+strauss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SI_GUtmS8tI/AAAAAAAABUo/YfFRysBKGsc/s200/peter+strauss.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228615751540339410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just about everything that Peter Strauss has ever appeared in.  Ever since &lt;em&gt;Rich Man Poor Man&lt;/em&gt; I've been hooked on his acting ever since.  Tonight, he was on a repeat of &lt;em&gt;Law And Order&lt;/em&gt;.  Even though I had Dvr'ed (is that a word?)the episode a few years ago, I recorded it again, this time in hi-def.  What could be better than the Strauss man in HD?  Okay, meeting him in person. I had my chance back in 1977.  He was still appearing in plays at the time and was appearing at the Dayton Memorial Hall.  However, my friends begged me to go to the amusement park with them.  Over thirty years later, I regret giving in to peer pressure! Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know I have been very sparse in blogging.  I have been busy.  Maybe I can slow down enough to write some more items.  It seems my friends are having the same ordeal.  Summer will wind down, (sniffle, sniffle) and fall will set in.  Then, I think the blogging will come back to full steam.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1383065450581288520?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1383065450581288520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-still-endures_6762.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1383065450581288520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1383065450581288520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-still-endures_6762.html' title='He Still Endures'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SI_GUtmS8tI/AAAAAAAABUo/YfFRysBKGsc/s72-c/peter+strauss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-1236375572567653856</id><published>2008-07-23T15:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At The Ballpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SIe1ZZvr4SI/AAAAAAAABUg/FLBqlgaE6XM/s1600-h/reds+win+july+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SIe1ZZvr4SI/AAAAAAAABUg/FLBqlgaE6XM/s200/reds+win+july+23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226345340599001378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Mitch and I had a great time at Great American Ball Park today.  A day game with the Reds taking the Padres 9 to 5.  It was a nice day around 80. Before the game Mitch and I had an early lunch at a Fountain Square restaurant and joked over some things.  As usual the parking garage situation was near max capacity. We did manage to find a spot 8 levels up!  Well, I needed the exercise anyway.  Just thought I'd share this today.  Hope all is well with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-1236375572567653856?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1236375572567653856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-at-ballpark_4586.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1236375572567653856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/1236375572567653856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-at-ballpark_4586.html' title='A Day At The Ballpark'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SIe1ZZvr4SI/AAAAAAAABUg/FLBqlgaE6XM/s72-c/reds+win+july+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-7233392915301499294</id><published>2008-07-19T15:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginnings Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SIJp8byNQoI/AAAAAAAABT0/2DmjvbtEuU4/s1600-h/beginnings+concert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SIJp8byNQoI/AAAAAAAABT0/2DmjvbtEuU4/s200/beginnings+concert.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224855004674605698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy did this take me back in time!  "The Beginnings Concert" package of 2 DVD's and 2 audio CD's was such a treat.  I began my ministry in Christian radio back in the seventies and cut my teeth on the artists on this set.  Everyone from Steve Archer, David Meece, Don Francisco, Chuck Girard and Dony McGuire. I remember playing these artists on the air and never tire of these classics. They stand the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a country drive listening to Janny Grein sing, "Stronger Than Before" and was just overcome with so many memories.  I so enjoyed that song that it got played over and over.  Then Steve Archer's performance of "Jesus Is The Answer" struck another chord (no pun).  Plus, I couldn't forget my all time favorite Christian singer Dallas Holm and his classic, "Rise Again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with Cindy Archer the other day about this project.  She and her husband Tim are the executive producers of the project.  I mentioned to her that I sure wish that a new "grass roots" movement would come again with original sounding tunes that a lot of us remember!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor and get this &lt;a STYLE="text-decoration:none"href="http://www.thebeginningsconcert.com/"&gt;project&lt;/a&gt;.  No, they didn't pay me to say this (however I won't refuse the check, haha).  For those of us in the fifty-ish stage, it sure brings back a lot of great memories.  For those who are younger, give it a chance and see where it all began.  Well, time to grab the DVD set and watch it again.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-7233392915301499294?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7233392915301499294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/beginnings-concert_4618.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7233392915301499294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7233392915301499294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/beginnings-concert_4618.html' title='The Beginnings Concert'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SIJp8byNQoI/AAAAAAAABT0/2DmjvbtEuU4/s72-c/beginnings+concert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4529609162412791701</id><published>2008-07-14T18:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Terry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SHv9PcWSPqI/AAAAAAAABTs/0-RPa3jvXAA/s1600-h/t+at+ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SHv9PcWSPqI/AAAAAAAABTs/0-RPa3jvXAA/s200/t+at+ts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223046634615750306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend and closest brother Terry turns 48 today!  We've shared many memories through the years. We are three years apart in age and have shared many wonderful things in life.  We both gave our hearts to the Lord in 1973.  We had many days of fun in the sun with baseball, great music and classic TV shows.  Terry has had his share of pain in life too.  But, he always knows that the Lord will watch over him.  His faith is evident.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of Terry from his trip to New York a few years ago.  He always wanted to go there.  This pic is from Times Square.  Terry, I'm proud of you my friend.  I know things haven't always been easy for you, but you have the Lord, your family loves you and I certainly do too!  I'll stand by you as you serve our Lord and as we journey through this earthly life.  Have a great birthday. Mon Frair Formidables!  Yes, you are definitely my fantastic brother.  Again, Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4529609162412791701?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4529609162412791701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-terry_3027.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4529609162412791701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4529609162412791701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-terry_3027.html' title='Happy Birthday Terry!'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SHv9PcWSPqI/AAAAAAAABTs/0-RPa3jvXAA/s72-c/t+at+ts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-8271501722805031197</id><published>2008-07-12T04:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:39.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SHicKwexlmI/AAAAAAAABTc/CGMBjlXVbAw/s1600-h/tony+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SHicKwexlmI/AAAAAAAABTc/CGMBjlXVbAw/s200/tony+snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222095476562695778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad day. Tony Snow has passed away from his bout with colon cancer. He was fifty-three. I always enjoyed Tony when he was part of Fox News. I also found it refreshing to see him when he had his short stint with the White House. I didn't know him personally, obviously, but he always seemed like a stand up guy to me. My heartfelt sympathy goes out to his family and friends. I will miss this great news commentator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-8271501722805031197?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8271501722805031197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/tony-snow_4339.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8271501722805031197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8271501722805031197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/tony-snow_4339.html' title='Tony Snow'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SHicKwexlmI/AAAAAAAABTc/CGMBjlXVbAw/s72-c/tony+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-511158805878958889</id><published>2008-07-04T04:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SG4HCuD0AJI/AAAAAAAABTU/3umHgzh75TU/s1600-h/american+flag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SG4HCuD0AJI/AAAAAAAABTU/3umHgzh75TU/s200/american+flag.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219116761474138258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my friends have a great 4th of July.  I was thinking that even with all the problems we face as a nation, I'm still glad to be an American.  Sure, our country has so much wrong with it that needs correcting.  I believe though, that the original framers of the Constitution had it right.  The "original intent" of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence are two of the finest documents ever conceived.  We've fallen from those original ideas.  Let's all pray for our nation.  We have more areas of concern than ever before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, we are still so blessed.  Compared to many parts of the world, we still have it so good.  So, today, I give thanks for our nation and the freedoms we still enjoy that came at a great cost.  Greater still, is the independence we received as children of the Lord.  Not bound by the world's system we have been bought with a price and the shackles of the world no longer bind us.  True freedom and independence in Christ.  Have a great fourth of July everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-511158805878958889?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/511158805878958889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july_4522.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/511158805878958889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/511158805878958889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july_4522.html' title='4th Of July'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SG4HCuD0AJI/AAAAAAAABTU/3umHgzh75TU/s72-c/american+flag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3102857841070381382</id><published>2008-06-24T03:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Hope, Without God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a STYLE="text-decoration: none" href="http://seventhsola.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-carlin-enters-eternity.html"&gt;Joel's The Seventh Sola&lt;/a&gt; has an article about the passing of comedian George Carlin.  I think it is well written and right on target.  You can check it out at the link above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really got me to thinking about certain issues.  I wonder how people can go through life and never give God a second thought?  Don't they realize that every day they have been given has been granted by the pure mercy of the Lord himself.  Yes, the Lord is loving, caring, kind and compassionate.  Above all, he provides salvation to those who comes to him in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear much talk about being lost for eternity anymore.  At least not in the circles I've been around.  You hear a lot about God's love, acceptance and grace. Which, is all true.  But, someday, everyone will stand before a just God who will judge accordingly.  This doesn't bode well in many areas anymore.  But just because it's not vogue to talk of it, those that don't have the Lord in their life will face a God that will judge them and they won't be found in the Lamb's book of life.  They will face eternity without God and without any hope of restoration from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of that makes me shudder.  I cannot forget the sermon by Jonathan Edwards, "Sinners In The Hands Of An Angry God."  If I remember the story correctly, Jonathan just spoke the words without any great emotion or fantastic oratory, he just spoke.  I heard that people were so moved they couldn't wait to come to the Lord.  Even though our Lord is kind and gracious, without the covering of Christ upon anyone's life, someday they will face a God and give account of their sins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though it's not popular, I felt I needed to write a short synopsis of this very topic today.  People lampoon, laugh and deride the name of Christ.  Some out of ignorance and some out of defiance.  I know I need to pray even more for those that will be lost without the redeeming sacrifice of Christ.  George Carlin is in eternity now.  Right now, I shudder as to what he might be facing.  One scripture says that it's a fearful thing to fall into the hands of a living God. (Hebrews 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day of salvation.  Let us remember to pray for those we love, know and come in contact with.  I know I need to.  I'm so glad I fell into the loving hands of Christ thirty-five years ago than to face a God someday that will judge me because I rejected my only way of eternal life.  May the peace of Christ be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3102857841070381382?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3102857841070381382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/without-hope-without-god_4133.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3102857841070381382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3102857841070381382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/without-hope-without-god_4133.html' title='Without Hope, Without God'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-6149014868067557439</id><published>2008-06-23T17:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SGBBLo-eqxI/AAAAAAAABS8/I4h6vtIZb2A/s1600-h/Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SGBBLo-eqxI/AAAAAAAABS8/I4h6vtIZb2A/s200/Waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215240036728875794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to bring my readers up to date on a few things.  It's been a busy few weeks for me.  Not all of it bad though!  Of course my Portland trip was a blast.  I was talking to my friends about seeing the Pacific Ocean.  I mentioned to them that I was more excited about that than when I saw the Grand Canyon a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends agreed.  One said she would rather see water any day than a large open canyon.  I agree.  There's something about the water that draws me to it everytime.  I was also impressed with how green everything was there.  Of course with the amount of rain they get, I can see how things grow the way they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been remiss at catching up on my favorite blogs.  Big Doofus and Miss Sniz's blogs are always such a treat.  Plus, Cindy will always surprise you with the great assortment of things she blogs about.  My friend Joel's Seventh Sola blog should never be missed.  Joel has a keen spiritual insight and his blog is so on target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was thinking about the great love of God again.  You see, at times, I feel guilty about the great love he has bestowed upon me and I waver at times to stay focused.  I know that I could never repay the Lord for all his goodness to me.  He has been my mainstay in the good and bad times in my life. He never changes.  Sunday morning I was staring out the window looking at the blanket of clouds that hung in the northern sky.  I was listening to Petra's "Road To Zion."  There's a line in the song that says, "the road to Zion is in your heart."  I couldn't help but be amazed and humbled by God's great creation and his never ending love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in life aren't always easy.  Sometimes I have to try and strike a balance.  It's easy for me to complain at times when things are bad.  I'm working on that though!  Then, when things go better, I seem to forget God and his blessings.  Not all the time.  The balance has to be that I need to be thankful in all things.  Maybe that's why Philippians is my favorite book in the New Testament other than Romans which is my theological favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already passed the half-century mark in living.  I've walked with the Lord for thirty-five years.  I'll leave you with something that happened to me a long time ago that I've never forgotten.  I was driving down one of the local streets here in town.  I remember praying in the car.  I said something to the effect of:  "Father, I know that I haven't always made the best decisions in life, but the best decision I ever made was to accept your wonderful grace and salvation."  I'll never forget that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that in my life that I will honor the Lord with whatever he desires of me.  I'm always reminded of the old song, "Only Jesus Can Satisfy Your Soul."  It's true.  God has been good to all of us.  Even those that don't know him as Lord has received grace at his merciful hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in my writings my words seem to resonate the same things.  I could talk about current events, sports, movies or whatever, but I find that I'm drawn more into what God is doing in our lives.  I owe him so much.  I'll always be grateful for his wonderful grace and love.  Till soon, I wish all of my readers and friends well. Thanks for being there.  I have been blessed so much.  I talked with my dear friend Roland the other day.  It was a good time.  He's just one of many that has always stood by me during the good and bad times.  Everyone should be as blessed as I am to have that kind of friendship.  Till soon, be well my friends and may the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-6149014868067557439?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6149014868067557439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/perspectives_2654.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6149014868067557439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6149014868067557439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/perspectives_2654.html' title='Perspectives'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SGBBLo-eqxI/AAAAAAAABS8/I4h6vtIZb2A/s72-c/Waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2970720092908118207</id><published>2008-06-19T06:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus Is Over, Back From Portland</title><content type='html'>For the few who read my blog you have probably noticed a big absence. I went to Portland Oregon and got back on the 12th. Then, work and other activities kept me from blogging. I do have some things I want to write about and need to get back at it. This small post is to let the few who read my blog that I am still here! Just way too busy. Hopefully it'll slow down. Here's two pics from my Portland trip. Be well all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Whole Group at Mo's Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SFpjTcckafI/AAAAAAAABRs/GbAJZ0cTppc/s1600-h/100_1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SFpjTcckafI/AAAAAAAABRs/GbAJZ0cTppc/s200/100_1353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213588704339454450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from bottom left: Brandon (Chad and Susan's son), Chad, Susan, Lois (Susan's mom), Rick (Susan's dad), and Brandon's friend. Sorry forgot his name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan, Randy and Chad at the Pacific Ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SFppNrn489I/AAAAAAAABSk/43QEoWr2Qas/s1600-h/srcresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SFppNrn489I/AAAAAAAABSk/43QEoWr2Qas/s200/srcresize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213595202404021202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2970720092908118207?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2970720092908118207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiatus-is-over-back-from-portland_3954.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2970720092908118207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2970720092908118207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiatus-is-over-back-from-portland_3954.html' title='Hiatus Is Over, Back From Portland'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SFpjTcckafI/AAAAAAAABRs/GbAJZ0cTppc/s72-c/100_1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5269974666167279468</id><published>2008-06-10T16:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently in Portland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SFpploFvNvI/AAAAAAAABSs/6OJB3UNfJd8/s1600-h/srcresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SFpploFvNvI/AAAAAAAABSs/6OJB3UNfJd8/s200/srcresize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213595613772330738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan, Randy, Chad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't posted in awhile.  Been kind of busy.  Currently I am posting this from Portland Oregon.  I'm visiting my friends Chad and Susan.  I'll post more about the trip and add more pics later.  We went to the Pacific Ocean yesterday.  Here's Chad, Susan and myself at Cannon Beach Oregon by the ocean.  I've seen the Atlantic and the Gulf of Mexico but this is a first for me to see the Pacific. It is really cold here!  Well, for me anyway.  It's been in the fifties and raining everyday.  But, I'm enjoying the trip.  Will write more later.  Be well and have a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5269974666167279468?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5269974666167279468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/currently-in-portland_5748.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5269974666167279468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5269974666167279468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/currently-in-portland_5748.html' title='Currently in Portland'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SFpploFvNvI/AAAAAAAABSs/6OJB3UNfJd8/s72-c/srcresize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-7435517220793296708</id><published>2008-05-24T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael English In Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SDnfSHFTKEI/AAAAAAAABRM/E_OeOyEOLjs/s1600-h/meraresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SDnfSHFTKEI/AAAAAAAABRM/E_OeOyEOLjs/s200/meraresize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204436346635233346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly one year ago in this very merry month of May that I was able to see Michael English perform.  Tonight was a treat just as before as Michael returned to the Richmond Indiana area.  My date Julie and I had a very good time that evening.  Michael performed some of his old classics and a couple of the new tunes from "The Prodigal Comes Home."  His voice to this day, I think, is one of the very best ever. He wrapped up the evening with his signature song, "In Christ Alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the concert he mentioned at some point recently he was doubting that his voice was holding up.  I don't think he has anything to be concerned about.  He was just as good as ever.  And, as always, he was as kind after the concert to greet and meet everyone.  It was over a two hour drive each way, but well worth it.  Michael is one of my all time favorites. If you haven't heard Michael's new release, do yourself a favor and pick it up.  I think you'll be more than pleased with his new offering.  May the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-7435517220793296708?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7435517220793296708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/michael-english-in-concert_3251.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7435517220793296708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/7435517220793296708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/michael-english-in-concert_3251.html' title='Michael English In Concert'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SDnfSHFTKEI/AAAAAAAABRM/E_OeOyEOLjs/s72-c/meraresize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5065354684915704910</id><published>2008-05-21T14:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping It Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SDScZEFkfwI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EWJMp1Y4CcQ/s1600-h/36328322_bfe5363527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SDScZEFkfwI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EWJMp1Y4CcQ/s200/36328322_bfe5363527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202955423927533314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Sandy Patty's rendition of "We Shall Behold Him."  There was Dottie Rambo in the background.  I admit, feelings of awe overcame me.  I remember Sandy singing that song so many years ago.  The song itself is wonderful but simply profound.  It got me to thinking about simpler days in my life. I just wonder sometimes if things are just moving way too quickly?  I know many have already spoken or written on such topics.  I'm just one of the myriads who has as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was a fun day.  Rosemary and I went for a drive through the country.  Then we then stopped at the all-too-famous hot dog stand in the town where she lives. Curb side service.  Hot dogs, fries and a mug of root beer.  The weather cooperated with a sunny sky albeit a slight breezy wind.  However, I was content.  Later, we drove down by the park.  We sat on a bench overlooking the river.  We conversed about things in life, current events and about faith in God.  She said, "Isn't this peaceful?"  I couldn't have agreed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days we have microwave in a minute meals, Direct TV, cellphones that not only take calls but will play music, instant news and weather from the internet and a host of other things.  But, I just wonder, are we really better?  We get out monthly cellular bill and find an error and spend an hour waiting for a rep from the Phillipines to figure it all out.  We get bombarded by ads saying we'll have a better life if we buy their products.  And so it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'd give up modern conveniences as an example.  But, how much is enough?  When I was a boy growing up in the country I had trees to climb, fields to run in, baseball to play and a lawn to lie on and stare at the clouds.  I had a hymnal that I would carry behind the house and sing out of, a dime store bible to read and with all of that, a very big God who loved me.  And still does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding more and more that I'm compelled to spend time at the park at the end of town.  I sat and watched the ducks on the river, looked at the geese and glanced at the birds flying overhead.  I heard the rustling of the water as it moved southward past my little nook on the edge of the roadside.  Funny me and the things I think about.  I thought the other day, "I'll plant a garden."  Now, for those of you who "really" know me, that isn't my cup of tea, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I growing old before my time?  Yes and no.  Maybe I'm just at a place to where God is slowing me down a bit to enjoy the simple things in life again.  You could almost call it coming full circle.  I've traveled so much in my life and enjoyed so many things I never dreamed possible.  All in all, God has been good to me.  Yes, even in the times I didn't think that he was.  I just now thought of the old Twila Paris song, "Lord, You Have Been Good."  He sure has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a statement that just makes so much sense. We think when we get older and we're not as hastily busy as before that we are not as useful! But, I must remember that all of this life is just preparation for the next.  Our life here is just a shadow of things to come.  I can't take credit for the statement.  It was made by someone a lot wiser than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I won't ever forget the simple things in life that are far more important that all the baubles that surround us.  Our real treasure is in heaven.  And...most importantly, the greatest treasure resides in our hearts...and that my friends is the Lord himself.  Be well and I hope all of you have a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5065354684915704910?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5065354684915704910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/keeping-it-simple_8462.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5065354684915704910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5065354684915704910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/keeping-it-simple_8462.html' title='Keeping It Simple'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SDScZEFkfwI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EWJMp1Y4CcQ/s72-c/36328322_bfe5363527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-2499004621328095195</id><published>2008-05-19T06:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Dottie Rambo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SDF_90FkfuI/AAAAAAAABQs/Wxj63IvSo4Y/s1600-h/dottie+smiles.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SDF_90FkfuI/AAAAAAAABQs/Wxj63IvSo4Y/s200/dottie+smiles.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202079744520388322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dottie Rambo was one of my earliest influences in gospel music.  I remember playing her music at my very first radio station in Toledo in the late seventies.  I just loved "I Go To The Rock."  She has penned so many songs through the years.  Dottie passed away on May 11th in a bus wreck in Missouri.  She was seventy-four.  Obviously, I am saddened by this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs she recorded was to the tune of Londonderry Air called, "He Looked Beyond My Faults."  Next to that one, my other favorite has to be "For What Earthly Reason."  However, it's difficult to narrow down just a couple of tunes. She has written so many wonderful favorites throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dottie is now with the Lord.  Even though she will not be singing anymore on this earth, her songs will live on to those of us still here.  She is now with the Lord that she had sung about for so many years.  She will be missed.  Below is a sample of her song, "For What Earthly Reason."  I don't have Dottie's version, but I've included Janet Paschal's wonderful version of this song.  May the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For What Earthly Reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=154597&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-2499004621328095195?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2499004621328095195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/remembering-dottie-rambo_6145.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2499004621328095195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/2499004621328095195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/remembering-dottie-rambo_6145.html' title='Remembering Dottie Rambo'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SDF_90FkfuI/AAAAAAAABQs/Wxj63IvSo4Y/s72-c/dottie+smiles.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3862695254666550499</id><published>2008-05-07T16:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In All Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SCI82Q4aD1I/AAAAAAAABQk/BoD3wysOUX0/s1600-h/982964496_dfe8bf38ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SCI82Q4aD1I/AAAAAAAABQk/BoD3wysOUX0/s200/982964496_dfe8bf38ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197783822881132370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound.  Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. (Phil 4:12-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are wise words written by the apostle Paul.  Philippians is my favorite New Testament book.  I have read these words over and over for years.  In this day and age I notice that people are more discontented than ever.  Maybe it is more here in the U.S. than anywhere else.  Even the poorest among us have more than most of the world has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess having things isn't bad as long as we remember that Christ is number one in our lives.  Plus, there are those who are serving God across the seas for the gospel.  I really feel that these are the true heroes of the faith.  They see the bigger picture.  The eternal one.  I know we can serve God right where we are.  I just can't help but think that those who serve as missionaries have a strength that I don't have.  That strength ultimately comes from Christ himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that darker days could be ahead for us as a country.  I don't mean to sound like an alarmist, but things could grow worse.  Maybe we just all need to live like the apostle Paul did: learning to be content in every situation.  Be thankful daily for what the Lord provides.  He does love us.  Our rewards should be eternal ones.  For the things of this world will pass away.  No, it's not wrong to enjoy the things that God blesses us with, as long as we keep him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get I realize that things in and of themselves do not satisfy.  I am always reminded of the old song, "Only Jesus Can Satisfy Your Soul."  It's true.  There are people clamoring all the time for more and more.  We'll leave it all behind anyway.  May all of us be found faithful at his coming.  Be well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3862695254666550499?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3862695254666550499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-all-things_2844.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3862695254666550499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3862695254666550499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-all-things_2844.html' title='In All Things'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SCI82Q4aD1I/AAAAAAAABQk/BoD3wysOUX0/s72-c/982964496_dfe8bf38ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3868462254311418443</id><published>2008-04-29T09:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rod McKuen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SBdPb3UREwI/AAAAAAAABP4/b9wkjzdwXkI/s1600-h/rodmckuenhome.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SBdPb3UREwI/AAAAAAAABP4/b9wkjzdwXkI/s200/rodmckuenhome.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194708035319173890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my all time favorite poets and singers turns 75 today!  Rod McKuen.  I first heard of Rod in 1973 and his live Carnegie Hall release.  My favorite book of his is "Stanyan Street And Other Sorrows."  He also did the score for "A Boy Named Charlie Brown."  His rendition of Linda Ronstadt's "Long Long Time" is an all time favorite. There are those memories that stay with a person. Rod's poetry and music has always been a staple of mine. So, I hope Rod has a great birthday.  Below, listen to a sample of "Stanyan Street."  Happy Birthday to Rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stanyan Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=152183&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3868462254311418443?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3868462254311418443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-rod-mckuen_6322.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3868462254311418443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3868462254311418443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-rod-mckuen_6322.html' title='Happy Birthday Rod McKuen'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SBdPb3UREwI/AAAAAAAABP4/b9wkjzdwXkI/s72-c/rodmckuenhome.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4511855420624431639</id><published>2008-04-28T18:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stinky Cheeseman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SBZ2mnUREvI/AAAAAAAABPw/euCkeKk7nB0/s1600-h/19320920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SBZ2mnUREvI/AAAAAAAABPw/euCkeKk7nB0/s200/19320920.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194469625979540210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all remember them.  The stories of childhood.  The Gingerbread Man, Chicken Little, The Ugly Duckling and others.  Today, though, I'm mentioning a book that is one of my favorites.  Written by Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith, it's called, "The Stinky Cheeseman And Other Fairly Stupid Tales."  It came out in 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my humor is a bit abstract.  I like ideas that poke fun of the natural order of things. This book mentioned takes a very abstract view of some of the most popular stories.  Instead of the Gingerbread man we have, The Stinky Cheeseman.  He smells so bad that the old man and lady don't want to have anything to do with him.  In another story, the Ugly Duckling, well, remains ugly.  Plus, there's Jack's Bean Problem and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Gary Larson's "The Far Side?"  I really like those books too.  My humor has always been on the far side, so to speak.  I find humor in some of the strangest places.  For example, whenever I hear a lawyer say, "pass the witness", I see this witness being hurled through the air in the courtroom.  Go figure.  If you have a chance, pick this book up at the library.  You can read it in one sitting.  I guess that life's stresses can be much at times, and a little levity goes a long way.  Below is a clip of Peter Strauss narrating part of this book.  Have a good week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=152107&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4511855420624431639?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4511855420624431639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/stinky-cheeseman_7847.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4511855420624431639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4511855420624431639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/stinky-cheeseman_7847.html' title='The Stinky Cheeseman'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SBZ2mnUREvI/AAAAAAAABPw/euCkeKk7nB0/s72-c/19320920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-3411418478675453902</id><published>2008-04-28T17:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The River's Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SBZqZXUREuI/AAAAAAAABPo/SIiWO_RjJuk/s1600-h/rivers+edge.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SBZqZXUREuI/AAAAAAAABPo/SIiWO_RjJuk/s200/rivers+edge.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194456204206740194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waters cascade over the protruding rocks within the rippling waters. The river runs with constant velocity at a steady pace. I sit along the river bank taking it all in. The sun is ebbing its way through the western sky casting a shining glimmer of rays upon the water's surface. The wind eases its way through the trees as the leaves rustle. I'm at peace. Yes, I'm at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm always at peace when I'm by the water's edge. It takes me back to a time when as a kid I would spend hours in the outdoors. We had a big forest of trees close to where I lived on the farm. I'd find myself taking the trek to the woods, listening to the sounds of nature. There was a small brook that made its winding way through those woods. Again, pure peace.  The light of the summer sun would trickle its rays through those trees shining upon my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day as I sat by the river bank, I was overcome with thankfulness to my Lord. My prayer was simple yet profound. I was telling the Lord that the last few years of my life have been rather difficult. There were days I didn't think I'd survive some of the horrendous things I had been through. I then repented. I told my Lord that I know he was there all the time and wouldn't let me go. How sorry I was for those times of doubt and insecurity. He truly has been good to me. The old hymn "My Heavenly Father Watches Over Me" came to mind. The chorus goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust in God &lt;br /&gt;I know he cares for me&lt;br /&gt;On the mountain peak&lt;br /&gt;Out on the stormy sea&lt;br /&gt;Though the billows may roll&lt;br /&gt;He keeps my soul&lt;br /&gt;My heavenly father watches over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in my sardonic way, I can become a bit jaded and think that the Lord is out to lunch on my behalf. However, as I have written so many times before, he changes not! I may not always pray when I should, but he never gives up on me! Good times or bad, my heavenly father watches over me. I feel guilty at times when I seem to let him down and he never wavers on his love for me! I'm reminded though that I couldn't do it on my own. He picks me up even when I've let him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day by the river was therapeutic.  As the river made its course through the roadside park on its way south, the waves kept moving at the current pace, I was reminded that God always works in perfect precision.  If the Lord can create this earth at the correct tilt of the axis for the seasons and far enough from the sun to create just the correct amount of temperature, how could I not trust him?  Romans One is always a reminder of God's great creation.  Plus, in the gospels, if he cares for the lillies of the field, the sparrows that fly, how much more does he care for me?  May that day by the river always be a constant reminder of how much he loves us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-3411418478675453902?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3411418478675453902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/river-edge_2431.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3411418478675453902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/3411418478675453902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/river-edge_2431.html' title='The River&amp;#39;s Edge'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SBZqZXUREuI/AAAAAAAABPo/SIiWO_RjJuk/s72-c/rivers+edge.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-744586800557184414</id><published>2008-04-22T14:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>"I've had it, I cannot take it anymore, I'm out of here!"  I grab a travel bag and start piling a few clothes in it not caring whether they are folded or not.  Not my average behavior.  I have to run away.  I don't want to endure this pain anymore.  "Okay, where do I go?  I'll fill up the car and let it take me as far as I can go until the funds run dry.  Somewhere, other than here, has to be better than what I am going through. Enough is enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, why must this go on? Are you even there anymore?"  The thoughts are like a rainstorm that refuses to subside.  Torrents of water flood over me until I can barely stand it! Sure, I can travel the miles.  I've traveled many in my life.  I've been to so many places.  I've found there's one place you can't run from...and that is yourself.  Okay, relax.  Settle down.  Pray.  Sure, pray.  "Oh God, help me, I'm drowning here.  My pain is too great.  I can't take another moment.  If I am to make it, you will have to be my strength in my weakness."  So, I drop the bag to the floor and collapse to the bed and pray. And pray some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, a deep peace washes over me.  "I'll never leave you nor forsake you" he says in his Word. So, I'll STAY!  I'll weather the storms of life with my Lord being at the helm.  Sometimes it's easier to run away, harder to stay, but well worth it!  Frankly, staying in God's presence is much better.  Not always a cakewalk, but much more comforting. Peace, wonderful peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the lyrics from Chris Lee's song, "Stay." His song mirrors how I feel at times. Chris is a great and upcoming artist. I had the pleasure of meeting him when he was running sound for Michael English in concerts. I found a man that is sincere in his love for Christ and just an all around great guy! As I was leaving that night he smiled at me and said, "Stay real man!" And he's a believer who is doing just that.  I wish him well in his endeavors.  He has a great voice but more importantly, a heart for God! Be well all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SA5aT3UREtI/AAAAAAAABPg/JL49-ARxGk0/s1600-h/chrisleealbumyb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SA5aT3UREtI/AAAAAAAABPg/JL49-ARxGk0/s200/chrisleealbumyb1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192186717717730002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel all alone, walk away&lt;br /&gt;Try to find a home of your own, walk away&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m not keeping score&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve seen it so many times before&lt;br /&gt;Puts your bags down&lt;br /&gt;This time around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me I have all you need&lt;br /&gt;You’ve tried everything, oh everything&lt;br /&gt;Now just stay&lt;br /&gt;All you’re searching for can be found&lt;br /&gt;And so much more&lt;br /&gt;No more running away…&lt;br /&gt;Stay…Just stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stay" Edit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=151262&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-744586800557184414?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/744586800557184414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/stay_5604.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/744586800557184414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/744586800557184414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/stay_5604.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/SA5aT3UREtI/AAAAAAAABPg/JL49-ARxGk0/s72-c/chrisleealbumyb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4595288337920280325</id><published>2008-04-11T14:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Wavering</title><content type='html'>That Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height- to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. (Eph 3:17-19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been thirty-five years since I made my decision to follow my Lord.  I can truly say that I've never been sorry for that day I knelt, repented and accepted God's glorious invitation to invite Christ into my life! For any of you that have followed my blog for any length of time, you'll notice a recurring theme: The Cross of Christ and the love of God in Christ!  I've never wavered from that premise and truth that has been etched into the memory of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that I have wavered in some other areas.  I've always been thirsty for knowledge and truth.  In my very early years of the faith I ventured out to learn everything I could about the Lord and his Word.  I would like to say that all my searching was unequivocal, but alas, it hasn't been.  In my search for truth it led me into some various factions at times.  I've wrestled with free will and God's sovereignty, pondered second works of grace, the sign gifts, eternal security, rapture or no rapture and a myriad of other things.  I've been in Pentecostal, Nazarene and Baptist churches, looking and searching.  And I even fell prey to the positive confession movement for awhile.  (It was anything but positive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably wonder or maybe envision that I was a confused believer.  No, not at all.  I always wanted to keep my thoughts and mind open.  I didn't want to be a slave to a man-made denomination.  The caveat is clear though:  I did embrace some things that I've later recanted.  Plus, there were times I treated God's Word like a text book.  But the last decade has been a true experience.  My school days of textual outlook became one of practical application.  I started living out in my daily life the things that had beforehand, been just textbook learning.  But, don't misunderstand, proper doctrine is first and foremost. I've always been a true believer, but I had to experience in real life the scriptures I believed.  It's a perilous thing to trust feelings.  All proper living for Christ must be first grounded in pure doctrine.  Sure, I like to feel good.  But, the scriptures correctly applied must take preeminence.  Feelings are great, but they should always be based on a true understanding of God's eternal Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that I have never wavered on the aforementioned Cross of Christ.  I have dug my heels in the sand, my face is like flint when it comes to what Christ did on the cross.  My mind is made up when it comes to the love of God in Jesus Christ.  With all the schisms that abound today, our hope must always be rooted and grounded in the true Word of God.  I'm glad I never wavered on the essentials. Things like God's inspired Word, the second coming, the virgin birth of Christ, Jesus being the only way, et.al. The bottom line is clear.  As believers we may disagree on what I call the secondary things like the mode of baptism, etc.  But, I will never waver with Jesus being the only way to heaven.  I'll love and pray for those who don't for their eternal souls are at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wes King and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R__bA-JXJJI/AAAAAAAABPY/5iyZRBQAH8k/s1600-h/ranwesresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R__bA-JXJJI/AAAAAAAABPY/5iyZRBQAH8k/s200/ranwesresize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188106105482847378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above verses from Ephesians really hit home for me.  Years ago I was able to spend some time with recording artist Wes King.  His song, "The Love Of Christ" is simply amazing.  It's difficult for me to keep a dry eye when I listen to his song that comes right out of Ephesians.  I want to leave you with a sample of this amazing song that sums up what I think about the gospel.  I'm glad I never wavered on what Christ did for me on the cross.  For anything that has come out of my life, I owe to the Lord Jesus Christ.  May the peace of Christ be with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Love Of Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent"  marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=149595&amp;teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4595288337920280325?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4595288337920280325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-wavering_9929.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4595288337920280325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4595288337920280325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-wavering_9929.html' title='Not Wavering'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R__bA-JXJJI/AAAAAAAABPY/5iyZRBQAH8k/s72-c/ranwesresize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-4835606017987891460</id><published>2008-04-08T05:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R_twUmtr7vI/AAAAAAAABPI/vxZt1W4Fox8/s1600-h/mailbox.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R_twUmtr7vI/AAAAAAAABPI/vxZt1W4Fox8/s200/mailbox.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186862895139122930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my trek down the very long lane from the house to the mailbox that set beside the road. I looked at the black metallic box that was fastened to the wooden pole. At times I felt that the mailbox was more like "Pandora's box" than an actual mailbox. That was even before I knew anything about the Greek myth. I'm all of twelve years old. I make my way to the box and put my hand on the lid. Like Pandora's box, I didn't know what surprises would be in store that day. I could open it and find out. Would there just be the same old utility bills and flyers from the local stores in the mail today? Or, maybe, would my treasure await me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone to that box every day for the week just hoping. As I took in my breath, and released a sigh, I hoped. As I slowly opened the box, there it was! That brown corrugated box that held my treasure. The treasure of a book and model kit on the Apollo Space Mission! I couldn't believe it. It was here. I scrambled to grab the box out as quickly as possible. I started yelling, "It's here, it's here, it's finally here!" I think I went into some kind of dance at that moment. I mean, I was yelling loudly. It was a good thing I was in the country. I wonder what the neighbors across the road thought if they were watching?! I had been waiting for this model kit and book for weeks. Now, joy of all joys, it was there. I had many hours of fun going through the pictures of the Apollo mission and putting together the lunar and command modules. Oh the excitement of a twelve year old. I wonder where those days have gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, being many years down the road, I think of other things. I was pondering last night about the Lord coming to this earth the first time. I can hear the song, "Joy to the world, the Lord is come, Let earth receive her king! Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing!" There are times that I have to stop in the midst of things and "really" think about the Lord's coming. He didn't have to come. He could have let mankind die in their sins. But, he loved us so much that he didn't stay in heaven. He came here to redeem mankind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I was a twelve-year old kid excited about a book and model kit and the sheer rapture of it all, how much more should I now, be excited that the Lord came to this earth for me. Time for me to do my little dance again! And greater still, will be the day when he comes back the second time and parts the eastern sky and we go to be with him. Let me tell you, it'll be greater than any earthly trinket our hearts could desire. "Our Lord is coming back to earth again, satan will be bound a thousand years, we'll have no tempter then, when Jesus comes back to earth again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the wonderful moments of your life. Combine them all together. Quite a thought, isn't it? Then, think of the Lord coming back for us. All of our greatest moments on this earth will pale in comparison to that glorious day of his arrival. How could we not love him so? The one who died for us? The king of kings and Lord of Lords. That will be the best arrival of all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-4835606017987891460?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4835606017987891460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/arrival_166.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4835606017987891460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/4835606017987891460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/arrival_166.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R_twUmtr7vI/AAAAAAAABPI/vxZt1W4Fox8/s72-c/mailbox.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-5700016295562466091</id><published>2008-04-07T21:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Doesn't Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R_r__2tr7qI/AAAAAAAABOc/yPwxQpjJG7Y/s1600-h/393961004_5169df2d1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R_r__2tr7qI/AAAAAAAABOc/yPwxQpjJG7Y/s200/393961004_5169df2d1f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186739393354526370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am. I cannot focus.  Why does it have to be this way?  So many things I'm pondering.  I need to pray.  But, I cannot even force the words.  Why the paradox?  So many things on my heart and too lethargic to pray them! Then, there are days when I can't shut up.  I can pray for a long time voicing my praise, prayer and supplication to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows that already.  Unlike me, he is unchangeable.  And...I'm sure glad he is!  When I'm down and fickle or if I'm on the proverbial mountaintop, he changes not!  His love endures for all time.  There are days when some of my prayers amount to just a plea of help, "Oh Lord, I need you!"  Other days I can't voice the words fast enough to tell the Lord how much he means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still musing over the book by John MacArthur, "The Tale Of Two Sons."  I just cannot get over the fact that the father "ran" to his son!  This has always been my favorite story in the Word.  I'm not the only one.  I know many are touched by this story and see themselves in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I sit here tonight, I think of my unchanging Lord.  Thank you Lord for those times when I couldn't even sit with you an hour while you prayed but you'd still go to the cross for me!  What marvelous love he has bestowed upon us.  Oh to comprehend the width and length and depth and height of the love of Christ! (Eph 3:18) Thank you Lord for being so good to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-5700016295562466091?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5700016295562466091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-doesn-change_366.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5700016295562466091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/5700016295562466091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-doesn-change_366.html' title='He Doesn&amp;#39;t Change'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R_r__2tr7qI/AAAAAAAABOc/yPwxQpjJG7Y/s72-c/393961004_5169df2d1f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-8170317926625104385</id><published>2008-03-23T19:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fav Albums</title><content type='html'>Just for fun and frivolity, I thought I'd mention some of my favorite recordings of all time.  To name "all" the music that I enjoy would take me weeks.  However, there are twelve to fifteen recordings that I enjoy to this day.  So, here we go, with volume one. Maybe I'll list a volume two later. These listings are in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rod McKuen-At Carnegie Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-ca82tr7kI/AAAAAAAABNw/o_O7X5kA3hs/s1600-h/McKuen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-ca82tr7kI/AAAAAAAABNw/o_O7X5kA3hs/s200/McKuen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181139529094655554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rod was one of the best known poets of his generation.  He has written so many books it would be hard to list them all.  Plus, his Carnegie Hall concert from 1969, to me, is a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Cetera-World Falling Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-cYRGtr7cI/AAAAAAAABMw/6zwdI8xji9A/s1600-h/Cetera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-cYRGtr7cI/AAAAAAAABMw/6zwdI8xji9A/s200/Cetera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181136578452123074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter used a different producer on this CD.  It's a bit more aggressive than some of his other ballad oriented offerings.  There's not a bad song on this release.  Still one of my favorites to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glenn Frey-Strange Weather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-cacWtr7iI/AAAAAAAABNg/KAYFtUrSR6o/s1600-h/Frey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-cacWtr7iI/AAAAAAAABNg/KAYFtUrSR6o/s200/Frey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181138970748907042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn obviously is one of the lead singers of the Eagles.  His solo performances are great as well.  My fav from this CD has to be "Part Of Me, Part Of You."  Good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elton John-Blue Moves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-ccvWtr7nI/AAAAAAAABOI/qnYKlymzvzA/s1600-h/John.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-ccvWtr7nI/AAAAAAAABOI/qnYKlymzvzA/s200/John.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181141496189677170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton said this is one of his best ever.  I think so too.  It's more artsy and not as commercial sounding.  Plus, with the great composer James Newton Howard on it, you can't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jude Cole-Start The Car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-ccV2tr7mI/AAAAAAAABOA/gxgAXxqVG6k/s1600-h/Cole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-ccV2tr7mI/AAAAAAAABOA/gxgAXxqVG6k/s200/Cole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181141058103012962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people know of Jude Cole.  I first heard of him while driving too fast on a summer day (I mean, driving safely) down Mulford Road in Rockford Illinois when I first heard this great artist.  This was and still is an all time favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eagles-Greatest Hits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-cYwmtr7gI/AAAAAAAABNQ/zU9g7U8ZipI/s1600-h/Eagles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-cYwmtr7gI/AAAAAAAABNQ/zU9g7U8ZipI/s200/Eagles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181137119618002434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best selling albums of all time.  My favorite of all time has to be "Lyin' Eyes."  Kind of lived through some of that song in a way.  Brings back a lot of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for today.  Hopefully I'll get to volume two later. Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-8170317926625104385?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8170317926625104385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/fav-albums_8347.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8170317926625104385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8170317926625104385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/fav-albums_8347.html' title='Fav Albums'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-ca82tr7kI/AAAAAAAABNw/o_O7X5kA3hs/s72-c/McKuen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-6194572139197489169</id><published>2008-03-21T05:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-OtHWtr7aI/AAAAAAAABMg/3p_h_AuoIbc/s1600-h/jesus+resurrected.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-OtHWtr7aI/AAAAAAAABMg/3p_h_AuoIbc/s200/jesus+resurrected.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180174338274094498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are not preaching the Gospel of a dead Christ, but of a living Christ who sits exalted at the Father's right hand, and is living to save all who put their trust in Him...we are not pointing men to a dead Christ; we are preaching a living Christ. He lives exalted at God's right hand, and He 'saves to the uttermost all who come to God by Him.'"--H. A. Ironside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other religions, their founders never rose from the dead.  That's what makes Christianity so unique in itself.  Jesus rose from the dead and is seated at the father's right hand.  Also, what other belief system offers salvation without works, a salvation that is free to us but cost Jesus everything?  Christianity is the one true belief system in the world. I'm glad that I know the truth and "that" truth sets men free!  Since Jesus has been resurrected, those of us that believe in him, will be resurrected in the future to forever be with our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't serve dead idols, those made of stone or wood.  We serve a "living" savior that can redeem mankind from their sins and give them eternal life. I'm glad that I've put my trust in the one true God (I John 5:20).  He is worthy of our praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-6194572139197489169?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6194572139197489169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/resurrection_1250.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6194572139197489169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/6194572139197489169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/resurrection_1250.html' title='The Resurrection'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-OtHWtr7aI/AAAAAAAABMg/3p_h_AuoIbc/s72-c/jesus+resurrected.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-342988217135423545</id><published>2008-03-18T17:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale Of Two Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-BpCQ8ew8I/AAAAAAAABMY/mksSjzxI7CQ/s1600-h/262680o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-BpCQ8ew8I/AAAAAAAABMY/mksSjzxI7CQ/s200/262680o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179255059105366978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favorite passage of scripture comes from Luke 15.  Of course we know it as the parable of the "prodigal son."  Through the years I've always been amazed with what the prodigal son did.  Also what he said he would do.  He said he would return to his father and say "I have sinned against heaven and before you and I'm no longer worthy to be called your son."  When the prodigal met up with the father, he said exactly that.  The prodigal was serious about coming home to the father.  There have been times that I have been so choked up by reading these words.  For, I, too, at times, have been a prodigal.  I'm so glad that the father was looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of the Benny Hester song, "When God Ran."  It's probably the only time in scripture where is shows the father running to greet us.  What a picture in itself.  That God the father loves us so much that he would run to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, I think of the elder son.  Bitter, cold, aloof and distant as the prodigal comes home.  I always thought that the brother would have been happy that his sibling came home.  Nada, no, zilch.  He was self-righteous.  I just cannot believe that the eldest would stand there and act that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that this new book by John MacArthur has come into print.  Sure, we could say, "Oh another book on the prodigal son."  However, this book has a twist to it.  One that I didn't see coming at all.  John really hits home in this new release.  It has different angles to it.  One from the father's viewpoint, the other of the prodigal and that of the oldest son.  It's a great read.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've hammered home a lot about books lately.  I'm trying not to turn this blog into a book review club! Ha.  I guarantee you I'm not.  It just happens that there have been good books I've read recently and wanted to share my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance, pick up this book by MacArthur.  I don't think you'll be disappointed.  Haven't we all been prodigals at times?  I know I have anyway.  Be well all and have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-342988217135423545?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/342988217135423545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/tale-of-two-sons_6122.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/342988217135423545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/342988217135423545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/tale-of-two-sons_6122.html' title='A Tale Of Two Sons'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R-BpCQ8ew8I/AAAAAAAABMY/mksSjzxI7CQ/s72-c/262680o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151376539444093876.post-8332843587231027853</id><published>2008-03-15T16:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:16:40.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R9xmwQ8ew2I/AAAAAAAABLk/cpuJi_eNOa0/s1600-h/rabbisheartbeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R9xmwQ8ew2I/AAAAAAAABLk/cpuJi_eNOa0/s200/rabbisheartbeat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178126650937623394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from the "Rabbi's Heartbeat": Apart from the risen Christ we live in a world without meaning, a world of shifting phenomena, a world of death, danger and darkness.  A world of inexplicable futility.  Nothing in interconnected.  Nothing is worth doing for nothing endures.  It is all sound and fury with no ultimate significance. (The Heart Of The World by Don Aelred Watkin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite books is Brennan Manning's above titled release.  I especially like it too as it was a gift from my friend Steve.  The above quote is kind of sad, isn't it?  I remember hearing an older preacher years ago saying that this world didn't make a lot of sense.  He said the only way he could reconcile the way things are and the way they should be was in one statement.  I remember it well. He said that he knew that someday God would right all the wrongs, and make all things right.  That's the only way this world at times could make any sense to him.  I couldn't agree with him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone that knows anything of Brennan Manning, you'll know he speaks very much of the great love of God.  I first heard about Brennan through one of my favorite Christian artists, Rich Mullins.  My first book that I read was Brennan's "The Ragamuffin Gospel."  An incredible book indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would any of us be without the love of Christ?  Now, there's a question with a lot of weight.  All I know in this life is that I'm glad he loves me so.  The paradox is apparent on the other hand.  How does anyone get through life without knowing the love of Christ?  What do they have to hope in?  I've said this so many times and will continue to say it: I'm glad that I accepted God's wonderful grace so many years ago.  Life can be difficult.  However, since those of us that know him as Lord and Saviour we have that promise of someday being with him.  True resurrection freedom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can get on a kick about certain books and music.  I kind of get in a small rut at times.  However, I don't recommend too many books as there are so many.  I do recommend this one though.  You can read it in one setting.  Brennan Manning has a way of "clearing out the cobwebs" so we can have a better glimpse of the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;May the peace and love of Christ be with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151376539444093876-8332843587231027853?l=randyreflectslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8332843587231027853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/resurrection-freedom_4488.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8332843587231027853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151376539444093876/posts/default/8332843587231027853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randyreflectslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/resurrection-freedom_4488.html' title='Resurrection Freedom'/><author><name>Randy Spradlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14702077495516958342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LejMAHi7JI4/TzfdqbtZfZI/AAAAAAAACQg/7XQi7slvy0U/s220/ranproshot3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGkOm2I_bd0/R9xmwQ8ew2I/AAAAAAAABLk/cpuJi_eNOa0/s72-c/rabbisheartbeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
