<?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-33504625</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:32:30.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ICANARMY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-116293220402631329</id><published>2006-11-07T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:43:24.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw this earlier, its the opening to a third day concert, where they sing blessed assurance, complete with crowd singing, brill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uglr5H4zV_g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uglr5H4zV_g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-116293220402631329?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/116293220402631329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=116293220402631329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116293220402631329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116293220402631329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/11/saw-this-earlier-its-opening-to-third.html' title=''/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-116276644334380733</id><published>2006-11-05T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:41:04.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>remember remember the 5th of november</title><content type='html'>This little poem/rhyme will now not only remind me of Bonfire night, it will now remind me of the day of my Enrolment as a Senior Soldier of the Salvation Army.&lt;br /&gt;As my testimony was short and sweet today, I've been instructed to write about my day on this my blog, as apparently I'm better writer than I am a speaker. So here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got to this point in my life all by myself, (although some would say that I have), my friends and family have got alot to do with it, whether they know it or not. My friends old and new, young or not so young, believers and non-believers, the somewhat strange and others even more so, have been the biggest influence in my life to get me to this point in my life. They have always been there, when anything good has happened they've been there to celebrate, anything not so good, and they've been there to comfort and/or cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;But my friends have brought me further in my faith than i realised, because through many conversations with them, i have had to develop a stronger faith, and a better understanding of what i believe. Some of my friends who dont believe have challenged me about my faith, and this has helped me to strengthen my faith, more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been one to shy away from talking to someone about my faith. When i first met my new friends at uni, they learnt fairly quickly that i am involved quite a bit in church, and this very quickly led to questions about church, and how i got involved. So obviously they have learnt that my parents are army officers, and that i have been going to church all my life. Since talking about my church life, it has basically been taken for granted that its  a part of who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i really wanted to say, i know it wasnt about me, but i see my friends being as a part of who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you to all at the corps for their support and generosity today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I want to finish with a verse that was brought up at one point during the day, and it is one that i have been keeping in my head over the past week aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 1:16&lt;br /&gt;I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ. For it is the power of God for Salvation to Everyone who believes.&lt;br /&gt;And another that has been brought up in a few conversations through the day.&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 4 :12&lt;br /&gt;And don't let anyone put you down because you're young. Teach believers with your life: by word, by demeanor, by love, by fait, by integrity.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-116276644334380733?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/116276644334380733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=116276644334380733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116276644334380733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116276644334380733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/11/remember-remember-5th-of-november.html' title='remember remember the 5th of november'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-116267818546456029</id><published>2006-11-04T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:09:45.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the week</title><content type='html'>"Four basses, thats enough to cure Diarrhoea&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; - Alistair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-116267818546456029?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/116267818546456029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=116267818546456029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116267818546456029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116267818546456029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/11/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the week'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-116224817228821923</id><published>2006-10-30T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:42:52.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://file025.bebo.com/14/large/2006/10/30/04/2326549484a2405923135b7766676l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 295px;" src="http://file025.bebo.com/14/large/2006/10/30/04/2326549484a2405923135b7766676l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this was a bumper sticker, id want it, actually i want it as a bumper sticker anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. this basically says all that I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;Dont just be a sunday Christian, theres no point being good on a sunday if on a monday you go and act like most other folk.&lt;br /&gt;Being a Christian isnt just about saying your a Christian, dont just say it, live it. Don't say your a Christian...BE a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my outlook recently, I'm not gonna shrink back from saying that I think something being said is wrong, im not gonna sit back and allow something to happen that isnt right, im gonna stick by my beliefs and not just push them to the back of my head cause I dont wanna embarrass myself. It doesnt work like that.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna have to read my bible and learn more about the stories, and the faith of those people, because im gonna get questions i know i will, and i need to have some sort of backing, im gonna need a solid grounding to go back to...the Bible is what im gonna be going back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all really&lt;br /&gt;apart from one thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preach the love of Jesus.....If stuck....use words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-116224817228821923?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/116224817228821923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=116224817228821923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116224817228821923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116224817228821923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-this-was-bumper-sticker-id-want-it.html' title=''/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-116183876179191788</id><published>2006-10-26T05:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T05:59:47.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I really wanna say is thanks to all my mates who have (knowlingly or not)  cheered me up over the past few days, whether that is talking random on msn, or trying to break msn(which we did), or attacking me by tickling me, or anything else. Just thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-116183876179191788?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/116183876179191788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=116183876179191788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116183876179191788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116183876179191788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-i-really-wanna-say-is-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-116111577174258202</id><published>2006-10-17T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:09:31.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>usual friday to begin with:&lt;br /&gt;early train, met Alistair on train as per usual&lt;br /&gt;Uni @ 9, 2 hour lab, that we had finished in about an hour, then onto the 2 hour lecture, where Kirstin and myself decided to write a dictionary of uni things, after sleeping for the first hour.&lt;br /&gt;after Uni, we went for lunch, and headed back to hang about for a while.&lt;br /&gt;After looking for Franks wallet for a while (dunno if he found it or not), we left. Kirstin and myself were going to the Orson concert at the Barrowlands. So we headed back to hers, b4 going up 2 Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;The band supporting Orson were a band called Gliss, i didn't really like them but i give them credit because i liked the fact that they all played each instument at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*applause* for Orson, great concert well done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert I went to Lynseys to crash. She had some mates round, so we stayed up watchin movies, and spouting absolute rubbish all night, and into the early hours of saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friday the 13th was a good one. so i see no reason to say that friday the 13th is a bad day to do anything, as i was about glasgow barrowlands at night on friday the 13th and im still here today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-116111577174258202?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/116111577174258202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=116111577174258202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116111577174258202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116111577174258202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-friday-13th.html' title='My Friday the 13th'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-116068696659847826</id><published>2006-10-12T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:02:46.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I thank God for...</title><content type='html'>....knowing that all christians are not like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gubiP3mP3Ds"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gubiP3mP3Ds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;hannity and colmes interview Shirley Phelps, a member of the Westboro Baptist Church, who protests gays, jews, soldiers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i think this view is too extreme&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;please leave a comment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-116068696659847826?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/116068696659847826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=116068696659847826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116068696659847826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116068696659847826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-thank-god-for.html' title='Today I thank God for...'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-116017547625320184</id><published>2006-10-06T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:57:56.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right so i said id explain icanarmy, so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICANARMY is the 2nd part of a phrase :  UCBONES ICANARMY&lt;br /&gt;pronounced (you see bones, i see an army)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this originally came from ezekiel vision of the valley of dry bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/1" name="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The  Valley of Dry Bones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; text-align: left; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/2" name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; text-indent: 14px; text-align: left; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;The hand  of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; was upon  me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; and set  me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/3" name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;He led me  to and fro among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley,  bones that were very dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/4" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;He asked  me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-indent: 14px; text-align: left; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;I said, “O  Sovereign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;, you  alone know.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; text-indent: 14px; text-align: left; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/5" name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Then he  said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word  of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/6" name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;This is  what the Sovereign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; says to  these bones: I will make breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="GlossaryLink" href="steplinkto1%200000036463"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;£&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; enter  you, and you will come to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/7" name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;I will  attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I  will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am  the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;.’  ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; text-indent: 14px; text-align: left; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/8" name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;So I  prophesied as I was commanded. And as I was prophesying, there was a noise, a  rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/9" name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;I looked,  and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them, but there was no  breath in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; text-indent: 14px; text-align: left; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/10" name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Then he  said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, ‘This  is what the Sovereign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; says:  Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe into these slain, that they may  live.’ ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="qvb://0/anchor/11" name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;So I  prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and  stood up on their feet—a vast army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; text-indent: 14px; text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="qvb://0/anchor/12" name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then he  said to me: “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say,  ‘Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="qvb://0/anchor/13" name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore  prophesy and say to them: ‘This is what the Sovereign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; says: O  my people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will  bring you back to the land of Israel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="qvb://0/anchor/14" name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you,  my people, will know that I am the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;, when I  open your graves and bring you up from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="qvb://0/anchor/15" name="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I will put  my Spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Then  you will know that I the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; have  spoken, and I have done it, declares the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman; font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.’  ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ezekiel 37  NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so originally he only saw bones, but God saw an army!&lt;br /&gt;so do UCBONES or do you CANARMY?&lt;br /&gt;ICANARMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-116017547625320184?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/116017547625320184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=116017547625320184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116017547625320184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/116017547625320184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-so-i-said-id-explain-icanarmy-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115974200670652828</id><published>2006-10-01T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:33:26.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/1600/acts.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 107px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/200/acts.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im just back from the first 'acts' meeting. (acts - after church think spot)&lt;br /&gt;and to be honest it was just that,  it made me think alot about ,  well everything really.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really good night, and its gonna be good for everyone that comes, although i think it may be very popular and we'll need to have it at the army hall instead of a house.&lt;br /&gt;so tonight we watched the first nooma film. which i hadn't seen before, but i had heard alot about the nooma films, and i have been wanting to see some of them. I dont quite know what it was, but there was something about tonight that struck me during singing one of the songs, and it wasnt even a song that you'd expect, it was 'history maker', this song i have loved for ages, and while singing it, something just kinda hit me.&lt;br /&gt;heres the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -1pt;"&gt;Is it true today that when peo-ple pray&lt;br /&gt;Cloudless skies will break,&lt;br /&gt;Kings and queens will shake?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true, and I believe it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a history maker in this land.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a speaker of truth to all mankind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stand,      I'm gonna run  into Your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Into Your arms again,&lt;br /&gt;Into Your arms,   into Your arms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2:&lt;br /&gt;Is it true today, that when people pray&lt;br /&gt;We'll see dead men rise,&lt;br /&gt;And the blind set free?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true, and I believe it,&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 3:&lt;br /&gt;Is it true today, that when people stand&lt;br /&gt;With the fire of God and the truth in hand,&lt;br /&gt;We'll see miracles, we'll see angels sing,&lt;br /&gt;We'll see broken hearts making history?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true, and I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I dont know what is was about the song that hit me, but something did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what else to say at the moment, but my next few blogs will be&lt;br /&gt;me trying to sort out some of the stuff going round in m head.&lt;br /&gt;so i apologise in advance if it doesnt make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#bbe0e3,#333399,#009999,#99cc00"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115974200670652828?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115974200670652828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115974200670652828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115974200670652828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115974200670652828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-im-just-back-from-first-acts.html' title=''/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115964728485601882</id><published>2006-09-30T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:15:07.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for not really posting over the past week, ive just gone back to uni, and ive sent more time there than at home this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115964728485601882?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115964728485601882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115964728485601882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115964728485601882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115964728485601882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorry-for-not-really-posting-over-past.html' title=''/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115921928198872698</id><published>2006-09-25T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:21:21.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>by request</title><content type='html'>this videos by request.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;( even if its not you watch it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4x-VW_rCSE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4x-VW_rCSE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115921928198872698?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115921928198872698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115921928198872698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115921928198872698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115921928198872698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/by-request.html' title='by request'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115904540463661684</id><published>2006-09-23T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:03:25.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the muppets</title><content type='html'>I know its really sad, but I luv the muppets. Its strange how seeing these guys on tv can cheer you (well me) right up.&lt;br /&gt;Today i watched Follow that Bird (sesame street movie) , and its incredibly sad, but i loved it, i reverted back to being 2. I dont know when the last timewas that i watched a movie that was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/1600/TheMuppetShowAlbum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 164px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/320/TheMuppetShowAlbum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rundown of muppet films :&lt;br /&gt;The Muppet movie&lt;br /&gt;The Great Muppet Caper&lt;br /&gt;The Muppers Take Manhatten&lt;br /&gt;The Muppets Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;Muppet Treasure Island&lt;br /&gt;Muppets from Space&lt;br /&gt;The Muppet Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this the muppets have made numerous tv appearences, except muppet productions (muppet show &amp;amp; sesame street (possibly fragle rock) ), the muppets have been on Parkinson, An audience with.. and lots of others, and with no exception they cheer me up no end!&lt;br /&gt;no idea the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to show how much i like them - heres a little clip of kermit and kylie on an audience with kylie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMW15QA5Hi8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMW15QA5Hi8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a clip of muppet babies from Muppets take Manhatten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AfkrxHWxhs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AfkrxHWxhs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more elmo singing with the backstreet boys, my 2 childhood loves! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdyyzrMWKBo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdyyzrMWKBo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115904540463661684?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115904540463661684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115904540463661684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115904540463661684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115904540463661684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/muppets.html' title='the muppets'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115875994228517045</id><published>2006-09-20T14:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:45:45.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission - Going into the world to find Jesus and point him                                out. - Alove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this have to be going to africa to help?&lt;br /&gt;Or going to summer camps as a leader?&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that going on missions to other countries is a fab thing to do( actually i wanna do it at some point).&lt;br /&gt;But its not the only way for mission.&lt;br /&gt;Mission is about going into the world to help people see what God is doing, and helping them find him in their own lives. I think that the UK is in desperate need of mission, because Christians are in the minority, we're not living in a christian country. So mission in our local area is what we need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it seems as if the church has become static (and declining obviously) but there is nothing really being done to bring non-christians into the church, or even into a christian influence.&lt;br /&gt;I think the church needs to go out into the neighbourhood and talk to people, but not shove the bible down their throats. The church is declining, people dont want to listen to "bible bashers", they want to talk to people, and not have christianity shoved in their faces.  We should live as Jesus did and talk to people, but not about things too big for them to understand, but like he did with parables, and talk in their language, bring christ to them, not drag them into a church where they'll more than likely feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its written:&lt;br /&gt;"In the beginning was the word, the word became flesh, and the flesh moved out into the neighbourhood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;"In the beginning was the word, the word became flesh, the flesh got a church, and then everyone came to church to meet the flesh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we need a place to worship. But we also need to bring others to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;We dont sit on the shore of lost souls and not care about saving those lost souls, we need to go out and sail on that sea and save as many as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if none of this makes sense to anyone, but this is one of my passions, and once i started typing i couldnt stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115875994228517045?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115875994228517045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115875994228517045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115875994228517045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115875994228517045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/mission.html' title='Mission'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115814655028826842</id><published>2006-09-13T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:22:30.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If only God would be more obvious</title><content type='html'>Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley–a girl who is looking for God’s presence in her life, but isn’t paying attention to all the ways he shows it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Presence–a person holding a sign that says "I AM HERE" (the sign should always face the audience). The characters never see the person portraying God’s Presence, even though God’s Presence uses big, expressive and comic gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa–Ashley’s friend, who understands God is with her, even when things are difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Script:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; (To the audience) You know, something is really bugging me. Last Sunday our minister was talking about finding God’s presence in our lives. Wouldn’t that be something if God really was present all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Comes in and circles Ashley, holds the sign above her head, and moves it all around her–but not in front of her face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; But I just can’t see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Sighs a big sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; And I really have been looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Taps foot and shakes head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; Like the other day…(Moves to another part of the stage and kneels next to a phone on a small table. God’s Presence follows her.) I was praying about this guy I’m dating. I kind of had this feeling that he’s not as great as I thought. It seems like he pays lots of attention to other girls. So I was praying that God would help me make a good decision about what to do. I prayed and prayed, but I never heard from God. Luckily, though, my friend, Marcy, called. (Phone rings. Ashley stands and picks it up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Moves all around her again, waving sign.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; Hello? (Pause.) Oh, hi, Marcy! (Pause.) Yeah, I was just praying about him. (Pause.) You saw him kissing who? (Pause.) That’s it. He’s history! (Slams the phone down.) Good thing Marcy was at the movies last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Drops arms to sides and shakes head again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, as I was saying, I’m just not sure that God really is present all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Doorbell rings. Ashley goes to the other side of the stage. Teresa is at the door.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Follows Ashley and moves all around Teresa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teresa:&lt;/span&gt; (Sadly) Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley: &lt;/span&gt;What’s wrong? You look really upset. (To audience) This is my best friend in the world. She’s usually much happier than this. (Leads Teresa to the middle of the stage to sit down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Teresa:&lt;/span&gt; My dad’s really sick. He’s in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Puts arm around Teresa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; That’s terrible! Are you OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teresa: &lt;/span&gt;I think so. I was feeling kind of down, so my mom said I could stop by here before I went back to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; That’s good. You know, lately I’ve been wishing that God would show himself to me more. Now would be a great time, wouldn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Holds sign over Teresa’s head and points to it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teresa:&lt;/span&gt; But he is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Nods vigorously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; (Skeptical) How can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Hands the sign to Teresa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teresa:&lt;/span&gt; I can just feel it. I was so scared and upset when I found out about my dad. Then I started praying, and pretty soon I felt better—you know, more peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; How do you know it was God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Shakes head, and with a big, silent sigh, puts head in hands.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teresa:&lt;/span&gt; Faith, I guess. What else could it be? Wasn’t that the whole reason I was praying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence: &lt;/span&gt;(Smiles broadly and pats Teresa on the head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Teresa:&lt;/span&gt; Listen, I’ve got to go. My mom’s waiting. I just wanted to tell you what was going on. (Stands up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Takes sign back as she stands up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; I wish there was something I could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Teresa:&lt;/span&gt; (Hugs Ashley.) Just listening helps. You’re another way I know God’s with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Kneels down in front of Ashley and Teresa and points from sign to Ashley and back again several times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; Call me, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teresa:&lt;/span&gt; I will. Thanks. (Exits.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; (To audience) I wish I could have that kind of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Falls over in exasperation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; In any case, things are going pretty well in my life, even if I can’t see God’s presence. I’m doing OK in school. I have great friends and my family loves me–even if they do drive me crazy sometimes. Yeah, all in all, life isn’t so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Stands up and hits Ashley on the head with the sign, then holds it up in front of her face, lowers it, and waits expectantly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; (Surprised) I just had a thought! Maybe all these good things in my life are because of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Skips slowly around Ashley and moves back and forth behind her with the sign overhead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; (Getting excited about the idea) Maybe God is with me all the time, and I just haven’t realized it! Wow, can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; (Slowly looking skeptical) I don’t know. It’s just so hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Slowly stops skipping as Ashley talks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; I just wish God would do something really obvious so I’d know for sure. Well, I’m off to youth group. We just got this great new youth pastor! (Exits.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God’s Presence:&lt;/span&gt; (Leans over with hands on knees, watches Ashley exit, shrugs at audience, and runs off after her.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115814655028826842?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115814655028826842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115814655028826842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115814655028826842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115814655028826842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-only-god-would-be-more-obvious.html' title='If only God would be more obvious'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115792581685539744</id><published>2006-09-10T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:52:50.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear me?</title><content type='html'>I was watching the proms in the park last night. I was watching for the inverclyde junior choir, they were fab! They sung The Rose, How much is that doggie in the window, and Can you hear me? . Can you hear me? is a really effective song written by Bob Chillcott, its written from the point of view of a deaf person. When the choir performs it they do sign language during the chorus', and the first time they performed it they had some children from Garvel school for the deaf sign for the full song. Here are the chorus songwords (abbreviated):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you see it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you feel it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you hear me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;I know this is a strange thought, but when I was listening to this all that was running through my head was "is this how God feels?" "is God saying this to me?".&lt;br /&gt;What i mean is, do I act like a deaf person when it comes to listening to God?&lt;br /&gt;Do I hear what God is saying to me?&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I dont have a clue what my purpose in life is, what Gods plan for me is I mean. So I'm currently just going to uni (with the idea to get some education behind me initially), and I honestly dont know if what im doing is what I'm meant to be doing. I know God is telling me to do something, but I dont know what it is. Its not that I dont want to know, its more that I dont know what I'm being called to do.&lt;br /&gt;At Colins farewell on thursday, when Ivor (mr dc) was saying that anyone who feels they are being called to do anything by God, should come down to the front, I wanted to but I dont know what I'm being called to do so I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;(I had in my head the idea that anything that can be done at the front I can do in my seat! so I really dont have to go, plus I generally dont want the attention, so i dunnno why im posting this on here!)&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I'm not floating along in life not praying, not wanting to know Gods plan, I am, its one of the main thing in my prayers, Its one of my passions, working for God, I want to make a difference, I'm not scared of making a fool of myself by talking to people about God (even if im not "one with the words").&lt;br /&gt;It might just be that I'm not listening hard enough, or that I'm not paying attention to what God is saying. I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ive used that alot i know)&lt;/span&gt; I might just not be paying attention to what my friends are saying, I know that God speaks to us through everyone and anyone, even non-christians, so it might just be that I'm not listening hard enough, or that im listening to hard: "waiting for fire, while he's whispering my name", I just need to open my ears and not just wait for something spectacular, it might just be a passing comment from a friend, that i just dont pay attention to, that is God telling me what he wants me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if any of this makes sense to anyone, if not i apologise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115792581685539744?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115792581685539744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115792581685539744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115792581685539744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115792581685539744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-you-hear-me.html' title='Can you hear me?'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115746908638550591</id><published>2006-09-05T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:11:26.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say ... "I am a Christian"</title><content type='html'>When I say... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble&lt;br /&gt;and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;And need His strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed&lt;br /&gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible&lt;br /&gt;But, God believes I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the sting of pain.&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches&lt;br /&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holier than thou,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;br /&gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this in an e-mail from Laura Galbraith, and thought it rings true, so I'm sharing it with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115746908638550591?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115746908638550591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115746908638550591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115746908638550591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115746908638550591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-i-say-i-am-christian.html' title='When I say ... &quot;I am a Christian&quot;'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115746824345150790</id><published>2006-09-05T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:57:23.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/1600/playmore.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/320/playmore.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is prayer as important in our lives as it should be?&lt;br /&gt;For a while I was "too busy to pray", and i knew that i should've been praying, but i just wasn't doing it.&lt;br /&gt;But recently its not been, "too busy to pray" its been "too busy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to pray". Its been like if theres any little thing that happens, or that i hear about, its instinct to take a few seconds to pray about it. No matter how small it is, if its just i talk to someone that i havent talked to in a while, i take a second to say a short prayer for them, and if any thing pops into my head, an idea for anything, then i just pray about it for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/1600/24-7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/200/24-7.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, since I've taken this attitude ("too busy &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to pray") I've been thinking more about what Gods plan is for me, i dont know what that is but its always on my mind. Prayer for me is now 24-7, its all the time, I now live my life through prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everyone, not to be "too busy to pray" but to be "too busy not to pray". Prayer should be the single most important thing in our lives, it shouldn't be something that we do just before we go to sleep, or when we wake up, it should be a 24-7 thing, we should live our lives in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115746824345150790?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115746824345150790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115746824345150790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115746824345150790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115746824345150790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/pray-more.html' title='Pray more'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115715000989755039</id><published>2006-09-01T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:33:30.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>why believe?</title><content type='html'>heres some random facts for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Digital Association for Photographic Endeavors estimates that there are 2.6 terabytes of photos currently awaiting transfer off of the camera they were shot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage is mildly phosphorescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all the speakers in the world were strategically distributed and playing the same song, it would be possible to hear that music standing anywhere on dry land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 percent of time spent in high school computer classes is spent trying to find a way around the web filters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferret Legging is the oldest sport involving an animal where competitors are not riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweden has a higher percentage of its workforce on the night shift than any other country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, the American Guild of English Handbell Ringers (AGEHR) ruled that compositions containing bells lower than C3 or higher than C8 will not be accepted for use in formal competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, disc golfers report feeling 38% happier and 57% more relaxed a round of 18 "holes" than traditional ball-and-club golfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wagering on hamsterball races is illegal in 41 states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent study on sleep habits by the World Health Organization found New Zealanders were the "best rested" people in the world. Iraqis were the most sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riff from Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water" is based on a common Gregorian chant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While New Jersey is nearly always referred to as the "garden state", officially it is the "flowering garden state".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worldwide, democratically-elected national leaders are three times more likely to be left-handed than those that rose to power via other means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Cross of Los Angeles has been an extra in over 300 films, and can be seen, albeit briefly and uncredited, in 7 of the 10 top-grossing movies of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Lemongello, former pitcher for the Houston Astros, ironically dislikes Jell-O®, regardless of the flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yale has more secret societies than any other university&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only fighting style in common among all of the Ultimate Fighting Championship's heavyweight champions is boxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City has more abandoned subway stations than the number of active subway stations in Baltimore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches have only recently evolved their aversion to light.  Less than two hundred years ago they had no such distaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a one in nine chance that a bike stolen in Los Angeles has been stolen at least once before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who brushes their teeth twice a day removes 14 grams of plaque every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is not explicitly illegal to have alcohol in an embassy located in the U.S., it is illegal to transport alcohol from the U.S. on to embassy grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.83 percent of Germans can "recall" seeing a unicorn in a zoo at some point in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, be honest who believed these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as much as i would like to tell you that these are all facts, im sorry, they are all infact not true. and this is going somewhere believe me.&lt;br /&gt;If some people believe these statements then why do some of these people not believe in Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;Surely if they'll believe that "Wagering on hamsterball races is illegal in 41 states." then they'd believe that there was a man&lt;br /&gt;who was born in a stable,&lt;br /&gt;who performed miracles (among other things he fed 5000 men with 5 small loaves of bread and 2 fish,&lt;br /&gt;turned water to wine,&lt;br /&gt;gave a lame man the use of his legs,)&lt;br /&gt;who died on a cross,&lt;br /&gt;rose from the grave,&lt;br /&gt;and is the son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they believe those other "non-factoids" then why dont they believe that Jesus died to save our sins?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115715000989755039?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115715000989755039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115715000989755039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115715000989755039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115715000989755039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-believe.html' title='why believe?'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115714880964070201</id><published>2006-09-01T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:13:29.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;want a laugh? well read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are actual church bulletin board bloopers found in churches across the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles, and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used to cripple children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outreach committee has enlisted 25 visitors to make calls on people who are not afflicted with any church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening massage - 6 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience is asked to remain seated until the end of the recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Self-Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 to 8:30 p.m. Please use the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushers will eat latecomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third verse of Blessed Assurance will be sung without musical accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev. Merriwether spoke briefly, much to the delight of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor will preach his farewell message, after which the choir will sing, "Break Forth Into Joy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the absence of our pastor, we enjoyed the rare privilege of hearing a good sermon when J.F. Stubbs supplied our pulpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Sunday Mrs. Vinson will be soloist for the morning service. The pastor will then speak on "It's a Terrible Experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the Rector's illness, Wednesday's healing services will be discontinued until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewardship Offertory: "Jesus Paid It All"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music for today's service was all composed by George Friedrich Handel in celebration of the 300th anniversary of his birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our church and community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the church basement on Friday at 7 p.m. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert held in Fellowship Hall was a great success. Special thanks are due to the minister's daughter, who labored the whole evening at the piano, which as usual fell upon her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-two members were present at the church meeting held at the home of Mrs. Marsha Crutchfield last evening. Mrs. Crutchfield and Mrs. Rankin sang a duet, The Lord Knows Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song fest was hell at the Methodist church Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Sermon: HOW MUCH CAN A MAN DRINK? with hymns from a full choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hymn 43: "Great God, what do I see here?" Preacher: The Rev. Horace Blodgett&lt;br /&gt;Hymn 47: "Hark! An awful voice is sounding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a church bulletin during the minister's illness: GOD IS GOOD Dr. Hargreaves is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potluck supper: Prayer and medication to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let worry kill you off - let the church help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1997 Spring Council Retreat will be hell May 10 and 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor is on vacation. Massages can be given to church secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115714880964070201?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115714880964070201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115714880964070201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115714880964070201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115714880964070201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/09/want-laugh-well-read-this-following.html' title=''/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115684908943713277</id><published>2006-08-29T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:58:09.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Timothy 4</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days I've been reading and rereading this bible passage.&lt;br /&gt;As it contains my favourite bible verse, I usually just skim to that verse. Seeing as i hadn't read it properly in a while I decided to read the whole passage,  and it challenged me, for once it wasn't just a letter from Paul to Timothy, it was different, certain verses made perfect sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on this is just my thoughts on the meanings of these verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses 6 to 10 are basically saying, that we cant get comfortable in our faith, we've got to get out  of our comfort zone and jump in the deep end, get out there and witness, go tell people, don't just sit and say "I believe, I don't need to tell people". We need to go out with the intention of bringing people to know Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Verses 11 &amp; 12 say -&lt;em&gt; Get the word out. Teach all these things. And don’t let anyone put you down because you’re young. Teach believers with your life: by word, by demeanor, by love, by faith, by integrity. (the message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;These verses are my favourite verses so i knew what they said, I just hadn't really ever thought about it very hard. &lt;br /&gt;So we gotta "Get the word out" we've gotta stop sitting on our laurels and get out there and tell people about our faith. we cant just be comfortable with being a Christian and knowing God, we've gotta  go tell unbelievers, let them know what Jesus did for them, and at least get them thinking about the possibility of a creator.&lt;br /&gt;So even though we are the youth, we are Gods army now, we can make the difference, we can inspire the older Christians that feel no need to spread the word, to get out there and spread the word amongst those who they meet. Have you ever seen anyone do something for you/or anyone else, for no apparent reason, and wondered why they did it, you notice that there's something different about them, they don't want a payback, they are just doing it out of the kindness of their heart? ever thought about the possibility that they are a Christian?&lt;br /&gt;Teach believers with your life!! You don't need to go out preaching to the masses, by doing things for others with no need for repayment that's spreading the word, that's letting people know, be different, stand out from the crowd. That's all that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;In reading this passage again I have realised that I need to do so much more than what I am doing to spread the word, I need to jump in the deep end, get out of my comfort zone. I don't know how I'm gonna do this yet, but it needs to be done somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my random musings on this passage of the bible, please, if there's anything that you don't agree with, or do agree with, leave a comment, challenge me, Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115684908943713277?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115684908943713277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115684908943713277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115684908943713277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115684908943713277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-timothy-4.html' title='1 Timothy 4'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33504625.post-115680497605616373</id><published>2006-08-28T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:42:56.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>blog numero uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/1600/icanarmy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8177/3679/320/icanarmy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my blog, this will more than likely be just a collection of my random musings, and ideas, lyrics, and more than likely questions.&lt;br /&gt;first of all - credit, and thanks goes to Alistair for the name of my Blog : ICANARMY&lt;br /&gt;i shall explain ICANARMY in a later blog.&lt;br /&gt;second - im inviting you all to comment about anything and everything i write, also if u dont agree- challenge me thanks.&lt;br /&gt;i shall update soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33504625-115680497605616373?l=i-canarmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/feeds/115680497605616373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33504625&amp;postID=115680497605616373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115680497605616373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33504625/posts/default/115680497605616373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-canarmy.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-numero-uno.html' title='blog numero uno'/><author><name>-Elle-Jay-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599715938520087432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
