<?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-4181469552859765485</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:15:39.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>as it is written...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-1193615221887665623</id><published>2008-07-21T21:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:45:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>We just got back from our first day of swim lessons. Will and Emily jumped right in and tested the waters for a few minutes. After some fun exercises of splashing and blowing bubbles, the "teaching" began.&lt;br /&gt;Will took right to it. He dove down and got the rings. He kicked and paddled and had a blast. Emily... well Emily didn't. As soon as she lost the ability to stay near the wall, and a little bit of water got in her eyes, she was done. "MOMMY... I WAN' MY MOMMY!!"&lt;br /&gt;We didn't punish the teachers by making her stay in, so she re-entered her comfort-zone right on my lap... wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched my kids swim today, the pastor in me began to come out. I couldn't help but notice how much the reactions to the water paralell our decisions and commitments as believers in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come to God without the ability to "swim"... All of us. We're helpless, and without Him we'd drown for sure. Some of us dip our toes in the water and say... "It's too cold. There's no way I'm getting in." Some of us (like my sweet sweet daughter) go in to test it out. As long as there is no real commitment, and we can just "play", we're fine. As soon as God says to submerge ourselves and trust Him... We're out. We rush back to our comfort-zone. Who knows if we'll ever get back in? Then there are the "Wills" in the pool. We trust and commit the tasks with obedience and joy... Before we know it, we're swimming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made to "swim", and we were all given the tools to do it. Will you commit to do the tasks set before you, or will you turn away and hope you might have the courage the "next time"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I've been able to take my "floaties" off. God is always here watching... guiding and helping when I need it. My initial lessons are over... I'm just waiting for my Scuba certification.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-1193615221887665623?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1193615221887665623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=1193615221887665623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/1193615221887665623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/1193615221887665623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2008/07/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-678360720515625624</id><published>2008-07-15T01:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:10:24.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am the Light of the world"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed that where we are today is a direct result of the choices that we make on a daily basis... That means that I am totally responsible for my circumstances.... Cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've been trying to put myself and my choices under the microscope latley... I can't afford to mess up.... I can't even afford a tank of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, God has brought me to California. My family and I  picked up&lt;em&gt; everything&lt;/em&gt; we could fit into our "POD" and left. That was a big choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're here, and I want to do this right. For the first time (well, second time really) in my life I feel like the slate has been wiped clean, and I can let God take control. I want to be guided by &lt;strong&gt;His&lt;/strong&gt; Wisdom, not my own. Scripture says that &lt;em&gt;the wisdom of man is like foolishness to God. &lt;/em&gt;I would rather seem foolish to the world... So here I am God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time came to choose CA, I immediatley thought about a song I used to listen to several years ago. If you get the chance, please check out &lt;a href="http://www.davidwilcox.com/"&gt;David Wilcox&lt;/a&gt;. If you listen to death metal, or gangsta rap, you might not "get it", but I think this song is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLD IT UP TO THE LIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the choice of a lifetime - I'm almost sure&lt;br /&gt;I will not live my life in between anymore&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be certain of all that's in store&lt;br /&gt;This far it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;I will hold it up - hold it up to the light,&lt;br /&gt;Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for my future has brought me here&lt;br /&gt;This is more than I'd hoped for, but sometimes I fear&lt;br /&gt;That the choice I was made for will someday appear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be too late for that flight&lt;br /&gt;So hold it up - hold it up to the light,&lt;br /&gt;Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late - to be stopped at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;Each life here - a possible way&lt;br /&gt;But wait - and they all will be lost roads&lt;br /&gt;Each road's getting shorter the longer I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as soon as I'm moving - my choice is good&lt;br /&gt;This way comes through right where I prayed that it would&lt;br /&gt;If I keep my eyes open and look where I should&lt;br /&gt;Somehow all of the signs are in sight&lt;br /&gt;If I hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said God, will you bless this decision?&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, Is my life at stake?&lt;br /&gt;But I see if you gave me a vision&lt;br /&gt;Would I never have reason to use my faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dead with deciding - afraid to choose&lt;br /&gt;I was mourning the loss of the choices I'd lose&lt;br /&gt;But there's no choice at all if I don't make my move&lt;br /&gt;And trust that the timing is right&lt;br /&gt;Yes and hold it up hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-678360720515625624?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/678360720515625624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=678360720515625624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/678360720515625624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/678360720515625624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2008/07/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-8404043387433379756</id><published>2008-06-10T17:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:07:18.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies...</title><content type='html'>When I started this "blog" thing, I promised myself that I would post at least once a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; don't lie to myself like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are, some &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6 months&lt;/span&gt; since I posted last, and I apologize (if you care)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... How are things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things" for me are great. I am now an official Californian, which means I'm poor, &lt;a href="http://www.bubbygram.com/performers/ahnoldlgca.jpg"&gt;over-taxed&lt;/a&gt;, and just a little bit more &lt;a href="http://www.bubbygram.com/performers/ahnoldlgbike.jpg"&gt;awesome&lt;/a&gt;... with less humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a new career as a &lt;a href="http://www.baysidecentral.com/"&gt;worship pastor&lt;/a&gt; in one of the most influential places in the world, and I couldn't be happier. It's pretty amazing when you find yourself in a position to do exactly what you were meant to do... And get paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family just arrived the other day after 12 long weeks of separation... It's starting to feel like home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodybuildbid.com/articles/mrolympia/imgs/schwarz/arn9.html"&gt;I'll be back&lt;/a&gt; (i promise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-8404043387433379756?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8404043387433379756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=8404043387433379756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/8404043387433379756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/8404043387433379756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2008/06/apologies.html' title='Apologies...'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-4264171398734162570</id><published>2008-01-31T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:39:32.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as promised...</title><content type='html'>ok... i uploaded a video for "free".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, for one, am not that impressed with the quality of sound (just so you know)... even so, i have put myself out there for your listening (and viewing) ... pleasure? i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know what you think of the new song. i should mention though, that if chris tomlin, mac powell or any other moocher tries to grab this sweet tune, i'll see you in court... it's copyrighted baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSnIFGg-H10&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-4264171398734162570?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4264171398734162570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=4264171398734162570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/4264171398734162570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/4264171398734162570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-promised.html' title='as promised...'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-2965390997490650778</id><published>2008-01-21T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:49:03.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>here's a new song i just wrote... i should be putting a video up some time next week on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sumpin&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;. anyway....&lt;br /&gt;for your lyrical pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life eternal has begun&lt;br /&gt;death is conquered... love has won&lt;br /&gt;the shackles gone&lt;br /&gt;from the world that we once knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binds of sin have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;loosened by amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ has come&lt;br /&gt;to make all things new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now we're free to clap our hands and sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and raise our voices to the King of Kings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whose Blood has washed over you and over me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are now part of His plan&lt;br /&gt;we are now His feet and hands&lt;br /&gt;so go be perfect&lt;br /&gt;through the blood of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;righteousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanctified, yes we are saved&lt;br /&gt;given life anew each day&lt;br /&gt;let us shout the victory&lt;br /&gt;let our tongues confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that we're free to clap our hands and sing&lt;br /&gt;and raise our voices to the King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;whose Blood has washed over you and over me...&lt;br /&gt;we are free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;indeed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now we're free to clap our hands and sing&lt;br /&gt;and raise our voices to the King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;whose Blood has washed over you and over me...&lt;br /&gt;we are free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-2965390997490650778?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2965390997490650778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=2965390997490650778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/2965390997490650778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/2965390997490650778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2008/01/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-1261102198277341558</id><published>2008-01-20T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:18:45.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it snowed in georgia...really</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157771961074338562" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/R5QXhYROS2I/AAAAAAAAADI/2l085rWz_ng/s320/IMG_5192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/R5QW14ROS0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6P-fEJ0fZNg/s1600-h/IMG_5185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157772588139563842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/R5QW14ROS0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6P-fEJ0fZNg/s320/IMG_5185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and now.... it's melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-1261102198277341558?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1261102198277341558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=1261102198277341558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/1261102198277341558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/1261102198277341558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-snowed-in-georgiareally.html' title='it snowed in georgia...really'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/R5QWRYROSwI/AAAAAAAAACY/8uofkAboPAA/s72-c/IMG_5173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-882612857296347560</id><published>2008-01-16T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:19:39.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>open door or window pane</title><content type='html'>it was the day after my wedding, and our plane didn't depart for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bolongobay.com/"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; until the next morning. so, naturally we did what any newly-weds do right after they get married... we went to a &lt;a href="http://www.mrdeeds.it/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we happily held hands, almost skipping out of the theater... she went through the door on the left. i went through the door that appeared to be already opened for me on the right. it was a window pane. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; hurt worse than the crushing sensation to my forehead as a girl behind us said "thank you... that was the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; laughed all night." i got up and grinned like a moron, and we went on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we do that a lot in life... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;figuratively&lt;/span&gt; speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we go to the next step in our lives, we sometimes try to take the easiest looking route... the clearest, most sensible way. sometimes (most of the time) we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we see a door that requires effort to open, and we steer clear. that door might be locked... but sometimes there's someone on the other side just waiting to open it up if we'll just knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been experiencing a similar situation recently. i won't go into details to protect the innocent, but let's just say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got some BIG decisions to make. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really scared that if i take the easy way out, it may not be right, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; smack my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt; right into the glass. if i take the hard way, it may take a lot more effort, but in the end, i truly believe it will be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how do we discern with wisdom in such a situation? i guess the obvious solution is to just ask the person on the other side of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jeremiah&lt;/span&gt; 29:11 says ..."'for i know the plans i have for you' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does not tell us specifics though, and that's really what we're looking for. we want answers. we want to be shown what the outcome will be so that we don't have to take any chances... so we ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the problem for most (for me anyway) is not in the asking... it's in the listening to (and then trusting in) the answer. i ask for God to show me the way... He always does. i tell Him that this couldn't be right... i hit the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cannot put human limitations on God's unlimited nature. He KNOWS the plans He has for us.&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt; 4:13-17 it says... "now listen, you who say ' today or tomorrow we will go into this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money' why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. what is your life? you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. instead, you ought to say 'if it is the Lord's will we will live and do this or that.' as it is, you boast and brag. all such boasting is evil. anyone then, who knows the good he ought to do and does not do it, sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in asking, we must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt; and faithful. above all, we seek His will in ALL things. that's tougher than it sounds when family, friends, money, stress, hurt.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is put into the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prayer is that as i come to the next "door" in my life, i hear the voice of the One with the key... and if He says "come on in", i pray that i have the courage to close it behind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here goes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; let you know if it works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-882612857296347560?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/882612857296347560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=882612857296347560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/882612857296347560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/882612857296347560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2008/01/open-door-or-window-pane.html' title='open door or window pane'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-4682600390489531897</id><published>2007-12-24T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:10:29.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>have a tactful, tractful Christmas</title><content type='html'>did you know that you can order your thanksgiving dinner at cracker barrel? $60 will get you enough good food to feed eight people (with leftovers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we tried that this year and it was great. hundreds of thousands evidently tried that this year and i can only assume it was great for them too. this is a phenomenon that i am just being introduced to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we (my family and i) were in nashville visiting my brother and his family. as my brother and i pulled in to the cracker barrel parking lot to pick up our turkey and "fixins" i had to go inside to use the barrel... uhh bathroom. it was like standing in line for a ride at disney world. i'm just sayin... if the fire marshall had been dining out that afternoon he may have had a coronary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i had successfully maneuvered to my stall, i noticed a little booklet on the toilet paper dispenser. the cover said "the reason for the season". ok.&lt;br /&gt;i opened it and began to read... here's what it said (no exaggeration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"hello. we are writing you to let you know that we are in love with your soul. we want you to live, but if you do not know Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior you will die. if you continue on this road to destruction you will go to a place where you will &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;burn&lt;/span&gt; forever and ever..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what tha...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went on to quote scripture from the kjv Bible that offered the solution to this problem, and ended with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"He is the reason for the season... Jesus. call on Him today, and have a very merry Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok. i realize that Jesus is the reason we celebrate Christmas. i realize the urgency of salvation and i realize that these people mean well. i am a Christian, and i have to tell you, i was a little turned off... not to the truth of the message itself, but to the "fire insurance", "give 'em hell" scare tactic used to deliver it. while hell is real, and necessary to our belief system, there is a way to invite people to know Christ that is much more... tactful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had someone tell me once that "Christians do not love God, they fear hell". He very well may have read a tract similar to the one i picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its extremely important to NOT stress negativity and "wrath" when sharing the Gospel. Jesus didn't. He talked about the love, mercy and grace of the Father. He said "no man gets to the Father but by Me..." He could have finished truthfully with "... and if you don't trust on me and get 'saved' you will burn forever and ever in the lake of fire." why didn't He? because He understood the fragile nature of the human soul. we can't "handle the truth" as it were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Bible tells us that "God so &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; the world..." it did not say "God so hated sinners that they would burn forever and ever..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does God hate sin?&lt;br /&gt;yes... more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;will God send sinners to hell if they don't repent?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;personal responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get a bad grade on a paper, does the teacher give you an "F", or did you earn it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the same way, God gives you the rules... you &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;earn&lt;/span&gt; the reward by choosing to accept or to refuse His gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should we tell people about heaven and hell? absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just believe we should "give 'em God"... not hell. this, in no way "waters down" the Gospel. it just "expresses" it in the light of truth that God is good, God is love, God is perfect... God is God, and when we grasp this reality, we begin to LOVE Him for who He IS, and not just for keeping us from burning forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't mis-understand me. the Bible mentions hell. Jesus talks about punishment. but the way I see it, someone must first give validity to the punishiment itself before any threat of it makes a change in their lifestyle... if i warn people by saying "stay indoors or the &lt;em&gt;dragons&lt;/em&gt; will eat you", they will look at me like i'm crazy, and go along with their business. why? because they don't believe in dragons... they have no reason to. the people who read tracts and bumper stickers and protest signs might as well be getting yelled at about dragons or trolls... they don't believe in heaven, hell, God, Christ, Satan... any of it. we must first &lt;em&gt;show&lt;/em&gt; it to them. we have to give them a "personal" taste of who God is. after they realize what Christ did for all humanity, then their eyes will be opened to the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this Christmas season my goal is to make God personal. Christ gave us the ability and priviledge to do so. i would challenge all of you to do the same. give people God. they get enough "hell" everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, like the tract said..."He is the reason for the season... Jesus. call on Him today, and have a very merry Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys... see you next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-4682600390489531897?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4682600390489531897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=4682600390489531897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/4682600390489531897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/4682600390489531897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-tactful-tractful-christmas.html' title='have a tactful, tractful Christmas'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-1064912998908269902</id><published>2007-12-03T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:45:35.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>greenville</title><content type='html'>had a great time this weekend in greenville. &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/thechannelvenue"&gt;the channel&lt;/a&gt; is always an awesome experience. what we didn't know, however was that &lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com/"&gt;third day&lt;/a&gt; was playing about five miles up the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/R1QVY9zuaoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QiNfQGIEOME/s1600-R/20071202_xmas_parade_5_600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/R1QVY9zuaoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Lwk2TXh77Ao/s320/20071202_xmas_parade_5_600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139756593389136514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, the wife and i got a chance to sit back relax, look at some Christmas lights and stay in the crummiest hotel i've ever had the displeasure of (not) sleeping in. think hot, rotten, stale curry in an armpit, and that might give you an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was great though. we visited &lt;a href="http://www.brookwoodchurch.org/"&gt;brookwood church&lt;/a&gt; in simpsonville. great church, great music, great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... nothing else i guess. none of that masterful wit and genius i so humbly promoted in my emails. i'm in a hurry. headed to the studio right now to record "selah"... the first step for the new CD "stop and recognize".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, love you guys (n' girls too).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-1064912998908269902?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1064912998908269902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=1064912998908269902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/1064912998908269902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/1064912998908269902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/12/greenville.html' title='greenville'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/R1QVY9zuaoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Lwk2TXh77Ao/s72-c/20071202_xmas_parade_5_600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-2763165796176158125</id><published>2007-11-28T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:40:55.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music-a-plenty</title><content type='html'>i just got an email from a "fan" (that's what he called himself) who asked why i didn't have any of my music posted online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fan... indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you were wondering the same thing, here are a few solutions to your problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?id=39968692&amp;amp;s=143441"&gt;itunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/scottiv"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virb.com/scottivey"&gt;virb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/scottivey"&gt;cd baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freemymusic.com/bandinfo.php?bid=1656"&gt;free my music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/scottivey"&gt;reverb nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scottiveymusic.com/songs/Songs/"&gt;songs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go... i'll be happy to list more if you want. some of my newer stuff isn't recorded yet, so stay tuned to these sites. some of that music is already on youtube from live performances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seek and ye shall find, ask and it shall be given to you, email and i shall reply (in a blog for everyone to see and laugh and point at you)  just kidding... i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-2763165796176158125?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-6521246962361125435</id><published>2007-11-28T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:21:04.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>amputees</title><content type='html'>i recently took part in an online debate forum about God's existance. it's really interesting to hear the arguments that athiests will come up with against creation and God in general. proof to an athiest is everything. proof is all there is. if they can't "sense" something in some way physically, it must not exist. that's basically what the scientific method is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, since proof is everything to an athiest... i asked an athiest to "prove" to me that there is no God. she said she couldn't... she wasn't there "in the beginning".  i then replied that she must have a great deal of "faith" that there is no God since there is no "proof" He's not there.  i could almost see her face turning red as she thought about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God NEVER heals amputees!" she seemed to shout back in her post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this seemed a strange "proof" to me... but i understood what she was saying. i realized that arguing from Scripture's example of malchus' ear being replaced by Jesus was no good because she didn't believe that the Bible holds any authority... i did a little research and found that this was an extremely popular "argument" from athiests. there are entire &lt;a href="http://whywontgodhealamputees.com/"&gt;websites&lt;/a&gt; and blogs dedicated to the very issue of God not healing amputees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the following was my response (hopefully it can help you out a little if you ever get in this "amputee" debate... anyway):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Here is our situation as I see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no physical evidence that God actually heals people. the healing of amputees would be an incredible miracle that would cause many, if not all people to acknowledge His presence and authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having said that we have no physical evidence, we have nothing to debate except opinions... It's really a moot point because it doesn't prove anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion, therefore (and I realize this doesn't prove anything because I will use Biblical examples) is that God desires a relationship with each of us. He gave us outward physical proofs of His existance before the coming of Christ. He gave us healings and miracles to establish His authority through the person of Christ. He gave us his Word to carry on with us as we prepare for His return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's covenant with us in the New Testament was meant to establish a firm belief system that anyone who believes and accepts His sacrifice would be saved. That was enough. We were even given accounts from over 500 witnesses to the ressurected Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if Christ's sacrifice was enough to establish our faith as Christians, we must HAVE faith as Christians, and gain knowledge through that faith. He wants us to SEARCH for the truth as we TRUST in him. If we were given an outright example of His healing power, why would we need our faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, if God came down (again) and said "hey, here I am! Let me grow you a new leg. Let me stop the wars, let me do this or that!!" If He did that, would he not nullify the atoning sacrifice that He already gave? He would be saying "ok, the first time I healed all the people and laid down my life for them must not have been enough... I owe it to them them to give them more proof." God owes us nothing... He already gave everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want us to follow because it was "proven" to us, He wants us to grow into a relationship with Him through experiencing Him first-hand through His Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all the answers to an exam were given to me as I took the test, would I earn the grade I recieve? No, of coarse not. The teacher wouldn't want you to get your grade that way. If I believe in God because someone's leg grows back, how have I earned the reward of that belief? I did nothing to attain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In James it says "even the demons believe there is a God and shudder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amputees arm, leg, nose, ear or... anything growing back would definitly prove He was there (though some would write it off as some molecular genetic phenominon or something) but it would not attribute that miricle to Christ...the foundation of the faith. It would instead create zealous people from all beliefs to claim the miracles came from the god they worship... What good would that do in the big picture of things but to stir up more confusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says, I gave you my Son. That should be enough. Now go, spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In arguing the subject of existance from  a lack of evidence, we miss the finer point... the purpose of the void itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;her response:&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the time you took to post that reply--I feel I better understand your position now. (and that's actually a VERY good point about amputees--better than most I've seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to share that, because it seems that alot of Christians try to use specific examples from Scripture to "prove" things, when the truth of the matter is we can't prove them ourselves. we can't go into an argument trying to "prove" anything. we have to reasonably explain why we "believe" what we believe. the bible makes alot of sense when it's wisdom is applied in a reasonable manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we need to show them is that faith is as good as proof... if it weren't, we wouldn't really "believe" it, would we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-6521246962361125435?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6521246962361125435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=6521246962361125435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/6521246962361125435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/6521246962361125435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/amputees.html' title='amputees'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-8818453801016086257</id><published>2007-11-27T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:05:54.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unchanging</title><content type='html'>we sing songs at church about the everlasting God. His love is the same yesterday, today and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is unchanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've often wondered why this is such a celebrated characteristic of God. why is being stagnant, non-assimilating, seemingly unable to become relevant to modern society a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He lets us change, whay doesn't He follow suit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worldview is decidedly that "change is good". progression is natural. to evolve is  nessesary for our very survival. why doesn't God fit into this picture? we are made in His likeness, right? so why this significant and obvious barrier between our natures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhh... nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after thinking on this issue, i decided to dig a little deeper. i thought that if God never changes, that must mean that He is who He is... so, who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; He?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bible gives us some answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good&lt;br /&gt;God is love&lt;br /&gt;God is all-powerful&lt;br /&gt;God is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;He is wise&lt;br /&gt;He is just&lt;br /&gt;God is unchaning&lt;br /&gt;God is perfect... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. these are all great, but do they merely describe God's characteristics?  or... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean sure... God is loving, but that's not what it says... it says God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; love. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; the wellspring of knowledge and wisdom. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; goodness. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; time. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when moses asked what name he should call God, God simply said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. that's pretty far-reaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if God is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM&lt;/span&gt;, then there's one thing He can't do. (ouch! put down the stones!)&lt;br /&gt;God can't, not be God (please forgive the double negative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; perfect, therefore He is restrained by the definition of perfection. you see, He can't change... not because He doesn't have the power to change, but because He's God. light can't be light if it no longer shines. something can't be the same something if it steps outside the definition of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply put... God never changes.&lt;br /&gt;why is this important? the answer i've found is "nature".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to get too "bible story" on you, but... remeber the garden of eden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, God created a perfect place with perfect beings to live in perfect harmony within His perfect nature. He wanted a relationship. now, if mankind was to be perfect, then he must have free-will. if there is no free will, there are only robots.&lt;br /&gt;so God gave man one rule. man broke the rule. God could no longer walk with man in a relationship because man had "changed". he now had a blemish. he now had a new "nature".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man was now condemned to be set apart from God because God doesn't change. but, because God is who He is, He created ways to look down on His creation in love. He devised systems of sacrifices that "covered" man's sinful nature for a time. this was understandably a difficult premise to accept for us. we were so far separated from God's nature that He had to virtually wipe the slate clean and start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know the rest of the story. nations rose and fell and God appeared and interviened time and time again. God let us do all that we could to beat out our own "nature"... the thing is, we couldn't do it. something can't be the same something if it steps outside the definition of itself... remeber? so He did something to override the system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son. that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, we're "born again". we have a new "nature" now... God's nature. We have a pathway directly to Him... He can have the relationship that He desired from us all in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of this perfect sacrifice that we, as Christians accept, He meets us where we are. He guides us through our strife. He celebrates with us in our joy. He weeps with us in our pain. He listens when we speak. He speaks even if we refuse to listen... how do I know all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because He's God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God never changes... thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-8818453801016086257?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8818453801016086257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=8818453801016086257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/8818453801016086257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/8818453801016086257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/unchanging.html' title='unchanging'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-176106048723563685</id><published>2007-11-26T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:01:19.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>g'ville this weekend</title><content type='html'>i'm playing a show! i'm playing a show! i'm playing a show! i'm playing a freaking show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i've done this, so forgive me. i've been spending all my time writing and getting ready to play, but i haven't... until this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a414.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/126/l_a6581ae29ffcd7366f95a35d4a28da05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 126px;" src="http://a414.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/126/l_a6581ae29ffcd7366f95a35d4a28da05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;saturday, december 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thechannelvenue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greenville, sc&lt;br /&gt;w/ &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nicolechevalierministries"&gt;nicole chevalier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh... that felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you're one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;people who i know have visited this blog (judging by the "cd title" votes in the poll over there &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;) and you happen to live within a safe driving distance from &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/thechannelvenue"&gt;said venue&lt;/a&gt;... i can't wait to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of you will just have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-176106048723563685?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/176106048723563685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=176106048723563685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/176106048723563685'/><link 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/5495539488466896595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-holidays.html' title='happy sunday after thanksgiving'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-994146530382426837</id><published>2007-11-20T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:40:57.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>selah</title><content type='html'>sometimes i get so busy that i don't even remember to brush my teeth (i know. that's gross) , not to mention spend time with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i intend to pray regularly,  i just don't always "fit it in" to my schedule. i think we all get carried away and lose touch with God. it almost seems impossible to pray "unceasingly" as we're told to. there's so much to do, and it's almost as if we've conditioned ourselves to the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently read an article about football in the sec. it was talking about the constant drills and conditioning that those players endure every week. sure, they run the normal passing routes and running drills. they watch videos and go over strategies and gameplans... in order to be totally prepared for the "big" game full of screaming fans and countless distractions, however; they practice with &lt;a href="http://www.tlc-direct.co.uk/Technical/Sounds/Decibles.htm"&gt;300dbs&lt;/a&gt; of white noise pumping through the speakers. that's equivalent to two jet engines lighting up in their ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they do this to condition themselves so that they can play the game under the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live in a world that requires us to "keep up" despite the destractions and "noise" that is thrown our way... and there's alot of it. we're so used to it that when it actually is silent, we don't know what to do... it gives me a headache.  i even sleep with a box fan in my room for the noise it makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells us to be still.&lt;br /&gt;but if we're still we'll lose our place... we'll get lost...&lt;br /&gt;God tells us to consider the sparrows.&lt;br /&gt;but how can we know that it'll work out? how can we be sure?&lt;br /&gt;God says to have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what it all comes down to really... faith.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to believe in something that you won't even give the time of day to that you give to watching "dancing with the stars". do we really believe, or do we just hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're told to be still... slow down... to stop and recognize that He is God. He is in control... He loves you and wants the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes He will get our attention by slapping us accross the face and yelling "HERE I AM... LISTEN TO ME!" but most of the time He desires for us to "seek first His kingdom" and listen... not to the thunder or the wind or the crashing and clanging all around us. He wants us to believe. He wants us to hear Him whisper in our ear. He wants us to stop and recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the early jews understood this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you pick up a bible and flip open to psalms, you'll find a word used 74 times that hasn't been translated from its original hebrew... "selah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selah isn't written in the actual lyical content of the psalms, but its used as a musical instruction... much like a refrain or a pause. it means to "be still and recognize".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they would sing a chorus and then stop... in silence they would dwell on God and what they just sang about. they would seek Him out in the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is that so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important event in history is so personal and open and inviting to us, but we turn up the radio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn it down, and consider the significance of the relationship He desires if you'll only listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scottiveymusic.com/songs/Songs/02selah.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the blood that was shed&lt;br /&gt;to the life that He lead&lt;br /&gt;to the price that was paid&lt;br /&gt;i am a slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the foot of the cross&lt;br /&gt;for the light to the lost&lt;br /&gt;for the ultimate strife&lt;br /&gt;i give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;i give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selah...&lt;br /&gt;God is good&lt;br /&gt;selah...&lt;br /&gt;He promised He would&lt;br /&gt;take away the sins of the world&lt;br /&gt;and He did&lt;br /&gt;selah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the blessings You give&lt;br /&gt;for the lessons i live&lt;br /&gt;for each breath that i take&lt;br /&gt;i sing you praise today&lt;br /&gt;i sing you praise today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selah...&lt;br /&gt;God is good&lt;br /&gt;selah...&lt;br /&gt;He promised He would&lt;br /&gt;take away the sins of the world&lt;br /&gt;and He did&lt;br /&gt;selah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be still and know God is in this place&lt;br /&gt;His Spirit, He fills this empty space&lt;br /&gt;so let your heart pour out his praise... forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selah...&lt;br /&gt;God is good&lt;br /&gt;selah...&lt;br /&gt;He promised He would&lt;br /&gt;take away the sins of the world&lt;br /&gt;and He did&lt;br /&gt;selah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-994146530382426837?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/994146530382426837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=994146530382426837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/994146530382426837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/994146530382426837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/selah.html' title='selah'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-393642981955429099</id><published>2007-11-19T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:54:54.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sky is blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... not because i believe in the color blue.&lt;br /&gt;it's not blue because i made it that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just the way it is... i couldn't change it if i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sky is blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutes aren't very popular today. we're taught to believe that there is no "right" or "wrong"... there's only a relative respect for how those around you are effected by your actions... no black. no white... just grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but above it all, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sure, you can cover it up with clouds and say "see... the sky is grey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are cloudy. we live in grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sciencemadesimple.com/img_sky/bluesky.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 169px;" src="http://www.sciencemadesimple.com/img_sky/bluesky.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can live in the world and say "there is no need for God... we have our morals, we have our middle ground".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we fail to see is that without God, there is no sky... we ignorantly pace back and fourth trying to find the truth by covering up the answer... the sky is blue... God is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, assuming we come to this conclusion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a God. He is REAL. He is ablsolute.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much we cover Him up... He's still there. always the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assuming that, what are we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i been thinking?&lt;br /&gt;i believe, yet i buy into this relative world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe, but i live in grey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made up my mind that i like blue. i want to live in it. i want it to surround my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part about it is that the sky's the limit so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;we're all invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's big enough for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to come to Him... to open our hearts and fall into His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's there... above the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-393642981955429099?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/393642981955429099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=393642981955429099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/393642981955429099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/393642981955429099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/blue.html' title='blue'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-36074571977358561</id><published>2007-11-15T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:35:58.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new cd name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/Rzyy-D5oxMI/AAAAAAAAABs/vPUi3XDWY_E/s1600-h/cd+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/Rzyy-D5oxMI/AAAAAAAAABs/vPUi3XDWY_E/s320/cd+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133174454564209858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm going to be in the studio again soon to finish up my new cd coming out. i'm going to let you guys decide the title of the album (from a few carefully chosen ones i've already thought of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you look to the right of the page, you can vote in the poll... please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think i was a graphic designer, but i admit... i used to be a little delusional. that being said, i will be holding a contest (once you vote on the cd name) for an album cover... so you artists and designers get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always... love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-36074571977358561?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/36074571977358561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=36074571977358561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/36074571977358561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/36074571977358561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-cd-name.html' title='new cd name...'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/Rzyy-D5oxMI/AAAAAAAAABs/vPUi3XDWY_E/s72-c/cd+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-8664725475563842469</id><published>2007-11-15T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T15:00:10.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures (psalm writers)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/RzyhuD5oxJI/AAAAAAAAABU/RoBxfT2iBHM/s1600-h/IMG_4824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/RzyhuD5oxJI/AAAAAAAAABU/RoBxfT2iBHM/s320/IMG_4824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133155487988630674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my wife was taking pitures the other night at the show. i'm posting the ones that don't make me look fat... ok, i didn't find any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/RzyhYz5oxII/AAAAAAAAABM/JhpiKslS6JI/s1600-h/IMG_4829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/RzyhYz5oxII/AAAAAAAAABM/JhpiKslS6JI/s320/IMG_4829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133155122916410498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this painting was done in about 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;behind us on the stage... pretty freaking cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/Rzyi9T5oxLI/AAAAAAAAABk/oawn0lgrpw8/s1600-h/IMG_4842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/Rzyi9T5oxLI/AAAAAAAAABk/oawn0lgrpw8/s320/IMG_4842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133156849493263538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, i had a great time. i know that if you were there, you did too... unless you were the security gaurd out front. it was chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; get to go this time, the event (&lt;a href="http://psalmwriterscafe.com/"&gt;psalm writers&lt;/a&gt;) will be held every approx. six weeks. the next one is at &lt;a href="http://www.atlantafumc.net/"&gt;atlanta first umc&lt;/a&gt; on friday, february 8th. there will be four new artists and a whole new concept for the night. i'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now... love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4181469552859765485-8664725475563842469?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8664725475563842469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=8664725475563842469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/8664725475563842469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/8664725475563842469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures-psalm-writers.html' title='pictures (psalm writers)'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cNSWy4OrV8c/RzyhuD5oxJI/AAAAAAAAABU/RoBxfT2iBHM/s72-c/IMG_4824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4181469552859765485.post-6228031592616455350</id><published>2007-11-13T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:56:12.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>man you've grown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;gosh, it's been too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how've you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't have any shows coming up (to speak of). nothing totally awesome going on. well, i guess you'd have to define "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Totally_Awesome"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just played this &lt;a href="http://www.psalmwriterscafe.com/"&gt;psalm writers&lt;/a&gt; thing in atlanta... that was pretty "awesome". met some new musician friends you ought to check out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aaronkeyes.com/"&gt;aaron keyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01400/19/95/1400505991_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://b1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01400/19/95/1400505991_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://andygullahorn.com/"&gt;andy gullahorn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00117/08/65/117215680_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 192px;" src="http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00117/08/65/117215680_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.jillphillips.com/"&gt;jill philips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00769/15/09/769319051_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 313px;" src="http://b1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00769/15/09/769319051_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, you owe it to yourself to listen to these guys...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;listen to the girl as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you can listen to me too, but&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;f you don't know who i am, then you probably haven't gotten this far in this intriguing blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it for now. i'm about as boring as i feel right now. but that does not mean that i don't love you... because i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you tomorrow.&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/4181469552859765485-6228031592616455350?l=scottiveymusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6228031592616455350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4181469552859765485&amp;postID=6228031592616455350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/6228031592616455350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4181469552859765485/posts/default/6228031592616455350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottiveymusic.blogspot.com/2007/11/man-youve-grown.html' title='man you&apos;ve grown!'/><author><name>Scott Ivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08243022555377058249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01161/00/06/1161216000_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
