tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132579855620158422024-03-13T06:43:39.159-07:00Maui's ŌleloCarl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-59892071122289248612012-11-21T19:49:00.000-08:002012-11-22T01:57:49.310-08:00The Way<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
stand and look about me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">On
this Thanksgiving Eve day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">As
the mass of human flesh walk by,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
listen to what they have to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Did
we buy the turkey, cranberries and pumpkin pie?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">"Yes,
Mom," the child says, as he texts, then sighs</span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">.”</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
turn and hear a husband say to his wife;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“It’s
seems we have everything; oh wait, we forgot the rice.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The
chatter in the air is about the food for a day of giving thanks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I
sigh a bit and wonder to myself,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“On
this festive day where does God rank?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">My
thoughts are broken and solidified by a couple walking by.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">They
are seniors well beyond my age.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">With
smiles upon their face they say;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Tomorrow
is Thanksgiving Day.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“A
day to give thanks for what God bestowed on man,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">A
sacrifice so great; on that day, our life began.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">So
give thanks with a grateful heart,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">And
put a smile upon your face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Tomorrow
is Thanksgiving; a day to give thanks for His grace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">For
on the cross, He laid down His life, for the entire human race.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">So
while stuffing yourself with turkey, potato salad and a slice of pie or two. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Take
time to give thanks for the sacrifice God made for me and you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt;">By Carl M. Namahoe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt;">November 21, 2012<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-75494960996400079292012-08-27T23:50:00.000-07:002013-01-24T14:34:10.963-08:00<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Could
you not tarry?</span></b><br />
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Matt. 26:40<b>…</b>40</span></span><span class="text"><b><sup><span style="background: white; color: red; font-family: "Lucida Calligraphy";"> </span></sup></b></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text"><b><span style="background: white;">And He came to the disciples and found them sleeping<span style="color: red;">, and said to Peter,</span></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="background: white; color: red;"> </span></b></span><span class="woj"><b><span style="background: white; color: red;">“So, you <i>men</i></span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="background: white; color: red;"> </span></b></span><span class="woj"><b><span style="background: white; color: red;">could not</span></b></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="background: white; color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><span class="woj"><b><span style="background: white; color: red;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">keep watch with Me for one hour?</span><span style="font-family: Lucida Calligraphy;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Last Sunday Aug. 19<sup>th</sup> after attending church, we
made a commitment to pray for America. This was to align with the “Harvest
America” crusade. The church we visited, Calvary Chapel Kona, decided to pray
for 24 hours starting at 8 o’clock Saturday morning and ending at 8 o’clock
Sunday morning. Our assigned time was from 4 to 5 Sunday morning. The people could
meet at the church and pray at their chosen assigned time. We decided to stay
at home and pray.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So we rose at the appointed time and stumbled to the
living room; not fully awake yet. We sat down and began to pray. I wasn't sure
if I should close my eyes as I was afraid I’d fall asleep. We started to pray
and there were a few yawns at first then our spirits were awakened. It was like
having your first cup of coffee.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well the purpose of this time of prayer was to pray for
America. So we started. And it wasn’t long before we were lifting up the people
of this great nation to God. Then we focused on those in leadership…those who
hold the reins of this country in their hands. We did not pray that they would
steer this country in the direction they believed it need to go. We prayed that
they would turn from their wicked ways and turn to God. We prayed that they
would place control of their lives in the hand of God. That they would
individually humble themselves and pray and seek His face. That they would seek
forgiveness. If they did that then we believe God would hear from
heaven….forgive their sin and heal the land. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It wasn’t long before we realize that this country we
call America is made up of millions of families. And it’s the family that needs
our prayers as well. We then turned our focus toward our family. It wasn’t long
before we were praying for our siblings and their children. Then we turned our
focus towards you, our friends and neighbors. Quite frankly…all of us are part
of the make-up of America. And we all have been ask to “Tarry for one hour.”
We’ve been ask to pray for one hour every day. And like most of you…I’ve not
done that. But I’m committed to do just that. I will do what Jesus asks in
Matt. 26:38; <b><span style="background: white;">Then He said to them,<span class="woj"><span style="color: red;"> “</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: red;">My</span></span><span class="woj"><span style="color: red;"> soul is deeply grieved, to the point of
death; remain here and keep watch with Me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I would encourage all of you to do the same. I do this
not for this country? I do it for me and my relationship with God. I do this
because I need it and I desire to walk with God in the cool of the day. And as
I or should I say “We” spend our hour with Him then I believe 2Chron 7:14 will
happen…<b>“<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">If My people, which are called by My name, shall humble
themselves, and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways; then
will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Come and join me and let’s commit to spend an hour of
quality time with God every day. See you in the Garden.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Blessings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Carl Namahoe</span><span style="font-family: Lucida Calligraphy;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-43682545144486870362012-08-13T00:11:00.000-07:002012-08-13T17:31:55.353-07:00The truth be told<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">It took every ounce of courage for 10 year old Eleanor to
fix her eyes on her host. Fear still had a grip on her. She swallowed, cleared her throat then risked a few words. “What message do you
have for me, she said?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Slowly Cassandra rose from where she sat and walked toward
her. Eleanor tucked her feet under her and covered her face with her hands and
shouted; “Please don’t hurt me…please don’t hurt me!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“I'm not going to hurt you said Cassandra.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Peering between her fingers, Eleanor saw her standing only a
stride length from where she sat. She could clearly see those deep red piercing
eyes; the long white hair cascading down to her waist covering part of the dark
green dress. She could see that Cassandra didn’t look anything like a witch.
She didn’t look anything like the pictures she’d seen in books. Slowly she
dropped her hands and lowered her feet. Cassandra set a stool in front of
Eleanor, sat down and took her hands. And for the next thirty minutes she spoke
to Eleanor. Filling her with the message. Then she rose opened the door and
said “Go now child. Destiny awaits you.”.......??????<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-8362712154725933392012-06-18T22:51:00.001-07:002012-06-18T22:51:55.827-07:00The Lucky Penny<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif;">My life is an
amazing book of stories. From my first breath until now my life reads like a
novel filled with so many twist and turns. This is one of many of the “true”
stories that Ihave experienced. Come with me and enjoy the laughter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">We had just
finished celebrating Christmas of 2009. Except this year we decided to wait
until January 2, 2010, which was the date our family would all be together.
Keala and I had shopped for the grandchildren and she wrapped all the gifts as
only a grandmother could. Our grandson, Kiaha, opened his gifts and learned
that we bought them from one of his favorite Christian store “C28.” It stands
for “Colossians 2:8.” Keala and I soon learned that the shirt and sweater were
too small. So we decided on Sunday after church we would go and make the exchange.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The church service
started on time at 9:00am and concluded at 10:15am. Soon after we left the
church and made our way to the Cheese Cake Factory restaurant in Riverside. I
pulled into the parking lot and quickly located a space. Keala and Kawai exited
the car and headed for the restaurant with Kiaha and me close behind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">We entered and a
friendly hostess soon escorted us to our table. We each were handed a menu as
we sat down. Before long the server was back and took our orders. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Granddaughter,
Kawai, kept us entertained with her sharp wit and never ending questions.
Relief finally arrived with our food. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Lunch was great
and it wasn’t long before our plates were cleaned. After lunch we made the
short walk to C28 which was in the same Mall as the Cheese Factory. Keala and
Kawai took the lead and chatted and laughed all the way to the store. It wasn’t long before we arrived at our
destination and I found somewhere to park myself while the rest of them went in
to shop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">A short time
later Keala and Kawai came to where I was sitting. Keala decided to cruise to
Nordstrom and Kawai decided to play with the T.V. monitor located outside the
store. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The monitor is
use to advertise the local stores in the Mall and the area. I could tell Kawai
was bored by the number of times she kept changing the channels. The boredom
soon peaked and she decided to turn her attention toward me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Now my
granddaughter is a type of person who thinks “NO” means “try again.” She is
like that proverbial gnat that shows up at your Bar-B-Q and bugs you, no pun
intended. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Well she says to
me <i>“Tutu, do have gum?” </i>I answer “no
I don’t.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Then she asks <i>“Do you have any money?” </i>Again I say
“no.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">She then asks me
to check my pockets and I tell her I don’t have any money. She persists and by
now I’m thinking “Bar-B-Q and gnat.” But she doesn’t give up!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">So I tell her <i>“Kawai, I don’t have any money! I only have
my lucky penny, grandma has all the money!”</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Did I mention that she is persistent? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Well she wants
to see for herself. She wants proof! By this time, Keala has returned from
Nordstrom and is now witnessing the conversation between Kawai and myself. Kawai
jams her hand into my pocket and pulls out my keys and my “lucky penny.” One
would think that she is now convinced that I don’t have any money. But
nooooooo, she turns to her grandmother and says <i>“Tutu said he doesn’t have any money, just his lucky penny and that you
have all the money.”</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><i></i>Keala looks at her with a perplex look on her face and
says “Whaaaat?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Again Kawai says <i>“Tutu
said he doesn’t have any money, just his lucky penny and that you have all the
money.”</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><i></i>Now Keala is laughing and I’m smiling because the attention is now directed
toward her.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif;">A few minutes
later Kiaha joins us as he is done shopping. We start walking down the Mall to
another store and along the way Kawai turns her focus back to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Did I mention
that she is persistent? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Once again she
jams her hands into my pocket only this time she finds my cell phone. Then she asks
to look at my wallet. So to humor her, but mostly because I want to know where
this is going, I pull my wallet and let her look at it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Then I say <i>“I told you I don’t have any money! I only
have my luck penny, grandma has all the money.” <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Did I mention
that all of this started because she wanted gum?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Well, we’d just
passed a candy store, so she looked at me and said <i>“Use your credit card!”</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Did I mention
that she was persistent? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%;">By Carl Namahoe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%;">wc…820 January 2010<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-64910034176711612682012-05-27T14:15:00.000-07:002012-05-27T14:15:04.054-07:00<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;">"Walk before Me"<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“If you take the left,
then I will go to the right; or, if you go to the right, then I will go to the
left”</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">
—Genesis 13:9<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">As
soon as you begin to live the life of faith in God, fascinating and physically
gratifying possibilities will open up before you. These things are yours by
right, but if you are living the life of faith you will exercise your right to
waive your rights, and let God make your choice for you. God sometimes allows
you to get into a place of testing where your own welfare would be the
appropriate thing to consider, if you were not living the life of faith. But if
you are, you will joyfully waive your right and allow God to make your choice
for you. This is the discipline God uses to transform the natural into the spiritual
through obedience to His voice. Whenever our<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span></i><em><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">right</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> </span></i></span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">becomes
the guiding factor of our lives, it dulls our spiritual insight. The greatest
enemy of the life of faith in God is not sin, but good choices which are not
quite good enough. The good is always the enemy of the best. In this passage,
it would seem that the wisest thing in the world for Abram to do would be to
choose. It was his right, and the people around him would consider him to be a
fool for not choosing. Many of us do not continue to grow spiritually because
we prefer to choose on the basis of our rights, instead of relying on God to
make the choice for us. We have to learn to walk according to the standard
which has its eyes focused on God. And God says to us,</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> “<em><b>walk before Me.</b></em>”
Gen. 17:1 <i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Devotional for May 25<sup>th</sup>
from Oswald Chambers book…<i>My Utmost for
His Highest</i>.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Devotionals share insight to God’s word and
will lead us to a better understanding of His plan for man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">1)<b>”<i>These things are yours by right, but if you
are living the life of faith you will exercise your right to waive your rights,
and let God make your choice for you.”<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">This fascinated me because… <b><i>I
have free will and why would God want to choose for me</i></b><i>? </i>The key to this verse are these words…<b><i>”but
if you are living the life of faith <span style="color: red;">you will exercise </span>your
right to waive your rights”… </i></b>Ahhhhh…The choice is still mine to make. <i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">God did not impede on my right to choose.
I by my choice, gave Him the right to choose for me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">2)<b><i>”The good is always the enemy of the best.” </i></b>The
<b>“good”</b> is always <i>the enemy</i> of the <b><span style="color: red;">“best.”</span></b> God always chooses what’s <i>best </i>for us. It may not align with our
thinking but it is what’s<i><span style="color: red;"> best</span></i> for us. The <b>enemy</b> appears to be what we think is <b><i>good for us. </i></b>Perhaps
that’s what John the Baptist meant when he said </span><b><i><span style="background: #F9FDFF; color: #001320; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“He must increase,
but I must decrease.” </span></i></b><span style="background: #F9FDFF; color: #001320; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: #F9FDFF; color: #001320; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We need to push our self-righteous, self-serving attitude
out and fill the vacancy with humility. Then and only then will we be able to understand
God’s choice for us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt;">By Carl M. Namahoe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt;">5/26/2012<o:p></o:p></span></div>Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-89670728550948891312012-04-29T01:04:00.001-07:002012-04-29T01:11:33.424-07:00Focus<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 8pt;">By
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 150%;">My name is not important, but as you read this
story my identity will be revealed. One might think that a good place to start
would be at the beginning, but I prefer to start near the end.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The journey had been long and tedious, filled with
excitement, surprises, disappointments, and success. The anxiety level had
peaked, and tempers had flared, words exchanged, feelings and egos bruised. The
attitudes over the months had slowly and progressively change from serving, to
self serving and no one saw it coming for their </span><span style="font-family: 'AR DARLING';">focus</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> was skewed. In my desire to serve God, I forgot that He
did not come to be served, but to serve. Matt. 20:28 says; <b><i><span style="color: red;">“just as
the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a
ransom for many.”</span></i></b> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">I had put my own personal agenda ahead of His. I
had established myself as the shepherd instead as one of His sheep in a flock
of many. I became entwined in the reeds of deceit and embraced self serving. I
was lured by my own self gratification that I soon found myself feeding my
wants and not my needs. It is written; Phil.4:19 <b><i>“And my God, will supply all your
needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” </i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">I, in my desire to serve Him, forgot this and
became entrapped in my own self serving attitude. It’s true that I am a born
again child of God, bought and paid for by the blood of His Son, Jesus Christ.
It is also true that I have a sinful nature, however, I am His child and cannot
and must not use that as a ticket to continue to listen to the voice of the
world. I am in the world but I am no longer of the world. My loyalty must be to
God, first, foremost and always. I must do as my Lord said; Matt.6:33 <b><i><span style="color: red;">“But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and
all these things shall be added to you.” </span></i></b>One might ask, “What
things?” The answers to your questions are in Him. As I said in the beginning;
“My name is not important, but as you read this story my identity will be
revealed.” My </span><b><span style="font-family: 'AR DARLING'; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">focus</span></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> became skewed by my own selfish attitude. The Holy Spirit made an
adjustment in me and the scales fell from my eyes and I regained my<b> focus</b>.
Who am I?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">I am man, I am…you!
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WC 427</div>Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-2519873550974166562012-04-11T17:28:00.002-07:002012-04-11T17:28:29.121-07:00The Gardner<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: 8pt;">By Carl M.
Namahoe<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">My name is “Lilly” and
I’d like to welcome you to my home. During my younger days, I was wild. I had
no boundaries; no directions and no accountability. I did whatever I wanted. Most
of the time I rose early with the sun and there were days when I never slept; days
when I lost track of time. My choice of friendly acquaintances was less then
desirable as they often choked the life out of me. I was dying on the vine and
didn’t know it or should I say, refused to admit it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Then one day, while soaking
up some rays, I heard what sounded like rain drops striking nearby leaves in a
rhythmical tune. Slowly it became louder and louder. I fine tuned my senses and
searched the air for the creator of this wonderful sound. I’ve experienced this
tune before and it always brought joy and contentment to some. But to others
like me, who over the years desired to be chosen, and weren’t; it brought
sadness, disappointment and sometimes death.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">But today…I am one of
the chosen. Albeit, I’m the last
one…none the less…I was chosen. I am so
happy! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I don’t know why he
chose me but I’m glad he did. Getting me to move was difficult, and as he started
working, that beautiful rhythmical sound returned. Before long I was moved,
transplanted and in his care. For the first time in my life I had a reason to
survive. I was free, albeit limited only to areas that provided growth; not
because I wasn’t allowed, but because I wasn’t ready. In my youth, I developed
and nurtured many bad habits that hindered my life. I noticed as they were
pruned from me, I felt lighter as if a burden was lifted. He diligently worked
with me for a long time. Then one day he stopped; wiped the sweat from his
brow, smiled and said…”It is finish.” He gathered his tools and as he left that
rhythmical sound returned; only to slowly fade away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">It’s been a while since
his last visit, at least a week or so. Sometimes I can faintly hear that joyous
sound and I strain to get a glimpse of him; to no avail. I wonder if he’s ever
coming back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Well I’ve been here for
more than a month now and I’ve made a few friends. One in particular is Rose.
She and I have become close and shared past experiences. Rose shared that she
had many struggles in her life. Seeking and finding food was difficult. She
spent days searching for good water and many times settled for water that was filthy
but thirst was too great and she drank. She said she was so happy when he came
for her. In his care she blossomed and never wanted for anything and he always
gave her clean refreshing cool water. She was on her death bed and he revived
her and gave her a reason to live. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Suddenly, we heard that
beautiful rhythmical sound and we perked up and turned our faces toward the
sun. The sound increased and we anxiously awaited his arrival. We both saw him
at the same time and acted like two school girls out on their first date. There
he is with tools in hand, coming to care for us…oh happy days! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Smiling he did something
he’d never done before…he began to speak to us! “Good morning ladies and how
are you today?” “It’s time for your grooming. I’m going to give you a trim and
when done…you are going to be more beautiful then you are now…if that’s
possible.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"> Rose is first and he worked his magic on her, not
that she needed it, and when done she is absolutely beautiful. I’m next and I’m
putty in his hands. He skillfully addressed all my problems and before long I
am…stone gorgeous! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He took a step back,
looked at Rose and me; and said one word…BEAUTIFUL! We both agreed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He turned and walked
away, leaving us to wonder where is he going? We noticed he didn’t take his
tools and he always took his tools. Suddenly we heard that beautiful rhythmical
sound and it’s coming toward us. He returned carrying a bench and placed it in
front of us. He slowly settled in and sought a comfortable position. Rose and I
are curious as he has never done this before…at least not to us. What’s he up
to? Did he groom us to get rid of us? Why would he do that? This is so unfair!
Rose and I stared at each other like two wall flowers at a Sadie Hawkins dance.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He smiled, but our
expressions are less then pleasant; if looks could kill he’d be dead. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Slowly and with
compassion he began to speak; “Ladies you are two of the most beautiful
creations of God. As instructed, I searched for and found you. You were in need
of much care and it was my responsibility to prepare you for His garden. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">In your youth you
attracted many undesirables who suppressed your life. They stole the food and
nutrients meant for you. You had no training and thus knew not your limits and
ventured where you shouldn’t have. He sent me to move; transplant and care for
you as He heard your cries.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I am His gardener and
care for all the plants and trees in His garden. He is…”The Vinedresser.” He
trims and grooms His vine. You two were
in need of much pruning. Your branches and leaves were full of pest and
parasites that kept you from growing. Like you, man refused His boundaries and
chose reckless living. Eventually his image and likeness was not as it was in
the beginning. Like you, man must turn his face to the Son, then “The
Vinedresser” will hear, transplant… and groom him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 150%;">-to be continued-<o:p></o:p></span></div>Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-21686176479176662042012-04-07T23:12:00.000-07:002012-04-07T23:12:36.318-07:00A Day to Remember<br />
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Dad was busy moving things from place to place. He was loyal, obedient and
committed to his family and his work. He
was strong and did all the heavy lifting and never complained. He said it gave
him great joy to please the master and reminded me that one day I will be
called on to do the same. I stared at him with a perplexed look on my face as
if to say “Really father, I’m going to work<span style="color: #4f81bd; mso-themecolor: accent1;"> </span>alongside of you?”<span style="color: #4f81bd; mso-themecolor: accent1;"> </span>He looked at me then slowly turned and went
back to work. I went back doing what I was doing which really amounted to
nothing. A few minutes pass and my friend Jeri came to visit. His name is
Jeremiah but I call him “Jeri”, I suppose that’s just the way we kids do things.
Dad always called him Jeremiah and gave me a stern look whenever I called him
Jeri. Anyway, Jeri said have you heard the news?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “What
news?” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">He said, “There’s a man going around performing
many tricks.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Tricks, what kind of tricks?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jeri clears his throat and said “The word is that
he healed the sick and made the blind to see. He even made that nut that lives
in the cave on the outside of town better.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“What do you mean better?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well, do you remember how the nut would come out
and chase people and yell at them and how people would fear him? Well he’s not
doing that anymore. As a matter of fact, it’s said that whatever was bothering
him is now in a bunch of pigs and, get this; they all ran into the sea and
drowned. Man, talk about chaos.” <br />
“Oh yeah and the owner was upset and began jumping up and down; screaming with
hands and arms flailing in the air. And the words coming out of his mouth…well
let’s just say, I can’t repeat them.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Then, Jeri’s heard his mother calling him to come
home, so he said goodbye and off he went. I stood there thinking about
everything Jeri shared and wondered, “Who can this be?” Suddenly a thought
entered my mind and instantly the adrenalin in my body took over and I began to
shake. Could this be the One my dad told me about many years ago? Is it possible? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As I remember the story goes like this: Dad and
the others were in Bethlehem on a business trip, something called a “census.” I
have no idea what that is. Dad said that it was a demand put upon the people of
the region. He said it had been a long hard journey, especially for the woman who
was with child. When they arrived, they learned every available room had been
taken but they could stay in the stable. Everyone was tired and dad said the
man did his best to make the woman comfortable. They all settled in for a well
deserved rest and sometime during the night the woman went into labor and a
male child was born. Then, as if by design, all the creatures came over to view
the Child and began shouting, “He is here the “Special One” of God has come.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My thought was broken by the voice of my dad
calling me. He said the master needed me. I was a little surprise because the
master always worked with dad. But now he has called me? I’m a little confused
and looked at my dad. He simply said “You<b><i> </i></b>are called for such a time as
this.”<b><i> </i></b>I have no idea what those words mean but the master and I made
a quick exit. I’m thinking where are we going? Why are there so many people out
here today? Don’t they have work to do? Then I saw Him; plain in stature and
unassuming. Yet there was calm about Him that I cannot explain. The master
approached Him and before I knew it, He is on my back and I walked down a path
covered with palm leaves. The air is full of excitement. The shouts of joy from
the crowd of men, women and children are deafening. I’m overwhelmed by
excitement and almost stumbled. All along I’m thinking, “This is a day that I
will never forget.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Later that day the master and I returned and Dad
is waiting. I told him everything…I cannot control my excitement. He looked at
me and said “We were called for such a time as this. I carried Him to Bethlehem
and you carried Him into the city for all to see. I experienced the joy of the
birth of God’s “Special One” and you, my son, experienced the joys of the
people He came to save.”<b><span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: text2;"> </span></b>This is a day to
remember.<b><span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: text2;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-43287092195936626092012-03-26T12:41:00.000-07:002012-03-26T12:41:23.035-07:00A time to remember<br />
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<span style="font-size: 8pt;">By Carl M. Namahoe</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
drive home was filled with the thoughts of the day and the wonderful time spent
with friends. But through it all, his mind drifted to times when he and his
wife enjoyed moments like these together. He began to tear up and would give
anything just to hold her one more time. She passed a week after celebrating
their 57<sup>th</sup> wedding anniversary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
turned onto the driveway of the house they had shared for the past 37 years,
driving pass the “SOLD” sign posted on their front lawn. He parked the car in
the garage and went into the house that was once filled with her laughter and
her singing. But now it seemed like all the life was gone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">She’s
been gone for a year now and everything in the house was just the way it was when
she died. He couldn’t bring himself to move anything…the pain was too great. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">For
you see, they had known each other since kindergarten and one day on the play
ground she told him “Homer, I’m going to marry you one day!” The memory of that
time brought tears to his eyes and he began to weep. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
recalled the day she died, and as he held her hand for the last time he
screamed his displeasure to God. There before him lay the lifeless body of the
woman God had given to him and now she was gone, separated from him and the
pain was overwhelming. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Through
his tirade at God, he began to reflect about God and His Son and their separation.
While still holding his wife’s hand, he fell to his knees and asks God to
forgive him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
began to compare his love for his wife to that of God’s love for His Son and
wondered if God suffered the same pain that he did. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
early morning Sun light woke him, as he had once again fallen asleep in his
favorite chair. He looked around the room at all the boxes of memories that were
soon to be loaded on the moving truck, destined for Turnberry. He had promise
his wife that he would sell the house and move closer to their children and
grandchildren…and today was moving day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
moving truck had been gone nearly an hour and he’d left his key to the house on
the kitchen counter. He’d spent the last hour remembering the day they moved
in, and now he is moving on…without her. As tears rolls down his cheeks he can
feel her hand in his as if to say…it’s okay. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
starts his truck and takes one last look at “A Time to Remember” and drives
away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-67604635349701358432012-03-26T00:33:00.000-07:002012-03-26T00:33:17.848-07:00Turnberry<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">By Carl M. Namahoe</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The drive home had been long and boring, passing the same
old land marks that they had seen for years. The sun had just begun to set and
both, Jon and Jill, were hungry and tired from a long day at the office.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Their conversation was built up around work
and the long awaited arrival of Jill’s father who was returning to the
Turnberry Family Farm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jill,
was the third child of seven born to Homer and Sally Donovan. She and her
family along with all of her siblings lived and worked on the 5000 acre farm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her
mother Sally was born Elizabeth Sally Turnberry, the fourth child of James and
Elizabeth Turnberry. Sally passed away a little over a year ago and Homer
brought her back to be laid to rest in the Turnberry Cemetery located about a
half mile from the Farm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">For
months now, the family had been working on their parent’s old two bedroom house
that Homer and Sally moved into when they were married, over 57 years ago. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Each
child and grandchild had lovingly, cleaned, painted and prepared the house for
the return of their father and grandfather.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jill’s
thoughts were broken as Jon began to speak about the upcoming “Harvest Festival
and Dance.” They, like the rest of the small farming population in Turnberry,
look forward to the harvest celebration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> It was a time to show their wares and display
their individual talents, from cooking, to singing, dancing, the rodeo
competition and many more. The festival started on Friday and ended on Sunday
evening…and everyone stayed till the end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They
continued their drive home and turned onto “Turnberry Road,” and a short time
later, the engine warning light came on, and a few seconds later the truck gave
two jerks and rolled to a stop just short of the “Turnbery Cemetery.” Soon
after, the lights went off and they were in total darkness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Not
knowing what happened and too tired to care and realizing that they were only a
ten minute walk from their home; they got out and prepared to walk home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> For many years the locals would tell stories
about the legend of the “Turnberry Cemetery” and the sounds that can be heard
coming from there. Many reported seeing and hearing things that they could not
explain. Most people treated the legend as just that…a folklore fairy tale. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jon
searched the truck for a flash light and found one in the glove box. But soon
found that the batteries were dead. They began walking, and fortunately for
them the Moon was full and helps light their way. They made small talk to help
cover their fears but their minds soon drifts to the “Legend.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They
could see the cemetery and the silhouettes of the grave stones from where they
were. The closer they got, the more the fear within them rose. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jill
was the first to hear it; a low cracking noise that sent chills down her spine
and raised her fear, two levels. Jon had not heard the sound but he felt it through
Jill’s death grip. Before he could ask her what was wrong…he heard it!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They
both looked at each other and ran. But the noise began to get louder and seemed
to be approaching them. They could see their house and thought “if we could
only reach it…we’ll be safe.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But
just as quickly the thought was erased by the sound, which was nearly upon
them. Their hearts were pounding and sweat began to pour down their faces, then
something burst from the reeds and both screamed with terror. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Before
Jon knew it, Jill had jumped on him wrapping her arms and legs around his waist
and head, obscuring his vision and his breathing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Jon
still shaken from the experience, and not knowing what came out of the reeds,
was battling to keep his balance with a hysterical screaming wife on his back.
Then they both caught a glimpse of what had scared them…it was their cow
“Daisy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Instantly,
fear changed to laughter, and Jill released her death grip around her husband,
landed on the ground and they continue their walk home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
figure in the reeds watched as the man and woman made their way toward the
house on the hill. Slowly it turned and went back toward the cemetery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 8.0pt;">-to be continued-<o:p></o:p></span></div>Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-54668750848840909292012-03-25T10:51:00.000-07:002013-01-21T17:42:20.698-08:00The Special One<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 150%;">The day starts
off like any other day. I rise early and head to the mine. Along the way I meet
my friend, Bert, and we share a breakfast. The air seems a little cooler than
normal but it is winter. There’s a lot of traffic today and Bert points out
that this is not normal. He mentions that we left our homes at the appointed
time and we’ve never encountered this kind of traffic. What’s going on?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">I look at him
with disgust and say “I don’t know.” You would think that my answer would
satisfy him but noooooo, Bert wanted to know why? So off he goes to talk with
Sally the local town crier. I continue to the mine where my work awaits me. All
the time I’m thinking “Why is there so much traffic?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Then I hear Bert
screaming for me to stop, he has something important to tell me. I keep
walking; I don’t have time to listen to any of his silliness. I have work to do
and I don’t want to be late. His screaming is getting louder and louder as he
rapidly approaches. He catches up to me as I’m about to enter the mine with
several other workers. He stops and catches his breath than begins to tell me,
in a loud voice, what all the commotion is about. Before long all the other
workers stop and begin to listen to what he has to share. The news quickly
travels down the mine to the other workers and they hurry to the surface to
hear what Bert has to say. The excitement of the news is sending everyone into
an out of control frenzy of joy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Since my birth,
and for as long as I can remember, I’ve heard the story of “The Special One.”
We were told by our parents who were told by their parents and many generations
before them that “The Special One” would come and make things right between God
and His creation, known to us as “man.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">The story goes
that we were created before man and God gave the” man” the authority to name us.
Then something evil happened and that’s why “The Special One” would be sent to
fix things. His life would begin in a stable surrounded by animals. He would be
visited by the keepers of sheep and some men who would come from a far away
land bearing gifts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">For years our
kind looked forward for the coming of “The Special One” and now He is here. The
crowds of workers have all exited the mines, even the leaders. They all head to
the location of “The Special One.” The
excitement of seeing Him is even greater than the news of His arrival and the
crowd starts to climb over one another in a mad rush to get to His location. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Bert and I hurry
along with the others seeking to find a good vantage point to view Him. I can’t
believe that He is here. The story we were told has finally happened and we are
in the presence of “The Special One” sent of God. Bert and I climb to a high
place located above His bed where we can plainly see His face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">The atmosphere
in the place is one of complete joy. Every living creature in the stable is
mesmerized by His beauty and perfection. Bert begins to shout with joy and
before long the others join in shouting “He is here, the Special One of God is
here, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">The news that “The
special One” has come is now spreading throughout the countryside among our
kind. And the shouts of joy can be heard across the land. We are small in
stature and our numbers are like the grains of sand. We are God’s creation;
created before man…we are the ant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;">Author;
Carlton Maui Namahoe <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;">wc
650 December 2009<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;">A
gift to my wife; Keala Namahoe<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-65720099421212350072012-03-25T10:13:00.000-07:002012-11-22T02:14:21.453-08:00Shelby & Noah<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;">By
Carl M. Namahoe wc/472</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;">The door to Dr. Emma Thompson’s clinic slowly
opens and Shelby strolls in and goes to the room where Noah is. Stepping inside
she sees him on a bed with tubes and wires and a breathing apparatus that was
supplying air to his lungs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;"> Slowly she
approaches her love of twenty years taking in all the sights and sounds. She’d
never seen Noah in this position before. He had always been the strong one; the
one who commanded attention everywhere he went. People knew when Noah entered
the room. People just seem to be drawn to him and it was okay with Shelby as
she preferred being a wall flower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;">There are others in the room but she pays no mind
as she stretches out next to him and lays her head on his chest. His
breathing is erratic at best and she notices his heart beat has become slower.
She closes her eyes and memories of their first encounter run through her mind. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;"><i>It was at the B&L Ranch and they had come over to visit. Noah and his
brothers were out playing in the field and he caught a glimpse of Shelby as she
stepped from the truck. His heart leaped for joy and as it was his custom; he
began showing off. This did not impress Shelby as she turned and followed the
rest of the family away from his silliness. Noah would not be denied and ran to meet her but his two older brothers got to her first. He lowered his head in
a humble position. This caught Shelby's eye and she beckoned him to walk with
her. Noah is hooked.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;"><i>Their relationship blossomed and developed into a
life changing one. They were inseparable and decided to make a life together. It wasn't long before they became parents and the children kept Shelby busy. Noah, likewise, was busy
working on the ranch moving the cattle. He was strong and committed to his work
and family.<o:p></o:p></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;">A sudden beep and a flashing red light from the
monitor startles Shelby and she raises her head for a second then lowers it
back onto Noah’s chest. His breathing is very erratic now, more so then before.
And his heart beat has become slower and Shelby knows Noah will be gone soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;">She closes her eyes and drifts off into a memory
moment of days gone by. Sometime during the night two hearts beat as one. And
finally Noah’s heart stopped as the last grain from the hour glass of life dropped.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: large;">In the morning Dr. Emma Thompson, veterinarian,
entered the room and found Noah and Shelby on the bed as they had been the day
before. They had both pass during the night. Shelby and Noah committed to each
other to the very end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif;">*More often than not we tend to write love stories
or relationship between individuals. I've often experienced the affection from
dogs. So I decided to write this story using them as my main characters. </span> </span></div>
Carl Namahoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12448177875540867553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213257985562015842.post-24247823170784489132012-03-19T15:57:00.002-07:002012-04-09T16:28:34.451-07:00E komo maiAloha everyone!!! I will be posting some stories in the near future. Till then I just want to say, <b>"E komo mai"</b> (welcome).<br />
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Blessings<br />
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