<?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-5023030079659977824</id><updated>2012-02-09T18:36:07.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom's Pen</title><subtitle type='html'>Archives - you may use my articles in bulletins provided you give credit and include our website URL</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3814054936109950031</id><published>2012-02-09T12:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:06:37.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconciliation</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
There are certain words in the Bible that astound the mind and thrill the heart. Words like “redemption,” “forgiveness,” “grace,” and “salvation” are among those words. The worldly minded can never appreciate the magnitude nor the depth of those words as they relate to matters eternal. But those who have been rescued from the bondage of sin have an appreciation that cannot be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3814054936109950031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3814054936109950031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2012/02/reconciliation.html' title='Reconciliation'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3347982920565811077</id><published>2012-02-09T11:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:57:02.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silencing of the Voice of Opposition</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster

For slightly more than one year the Handley church of Christ has placed an article in the Meadowbrook News advertizing our services, location, and focusing on a wide variety of subject matter. Attempting to develop a lengthy discussion on any particular subject is futile in what limited space we were allotted. So, I would occasionally write two or more articles on one particular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3347982920565811077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3347982920565811077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2012/02/silencing-of-voice-of-opposition.html' title='The Silencing of the Voice of Opposition'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1718850125761679607</id><published>2012-01-02T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:34:24.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working With Jell-O</title><summary type='text'>Working With Jell-OBy Tom Wacaster
Senator John Boehner used this analogy some months back when referring to attempts to “negotiate” with the President and his staff in matters concerning the economy, taxes, and balancing the budget.   More precisely the Speaker of the House pointed out, “Dealing with them the last couple months has been like dealing with Jell-o,” Boehner said. “Some days it’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1718850125761679607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1718850125761679607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2012/01/working-with-jell-o_02.html' title='Working With Jell-O'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3026691657738155506</id><published>2012-01-02T10:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:24:30.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working With Jell-O</title><summary type='text'>Working With Jell-OBy Tom Wacaster
Senator John Boehner used this analogy some months back when referring to attempts to “negotiate” with the President and his staff in matters concerning the economy, taxes, and balancing the budget.   More precisely the Speaker of the House pointed out, “Dealing with them the last couple months has been like dealing with Jell-o,” Boehner said. “Some days it’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3026691657738155506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3026691657738155506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2012/01/working-with-jell-o.html' title='Working With Jell-O'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7186022951053605006</id><published>2011-02-14T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:45:06.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Ears</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
This may seem like a strange title for this week’s article.  Before I get to the point I want to make, let me tell you something about my little five pound poodle.  Millie is eleven years old, and stands about eight inches tall.  Although she occasionally barks at strangers, her bark is worse than her bite.  I really think she is begging for attention.   Millie loves to have her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7186022951053605006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7186022951053605006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2011/02/dog-ears.html' title='Dog Ears'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-274863889767333818</id><published>2011-01-31T10:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:59:24.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened to Efficiency</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
“Postage by Mail!”  That was the banner on the mass mail out by the United States Post Office a few years ago.  Imagine the convenience; avoiding long lines at the post office; you could conduct all your business through the mail using the little order form that was attached.   You could even purchase your 1st class stamps by filling out the form indicating how many books you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/274863889767333818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/274863889767333818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-happened-to-efficiency.html' title='What Happened to Efficiency'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7846664881074436837</id><published>2011-01-03T11:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:05:46.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate For Church Growth</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Were I to ask a business man if he had a successful year last year, likely he would gage success on “numbers.”   That is to be expected; for who in his right mind would even suggest that his business was a success had said company lost inventory, or even worse, dollars?  To a car dealer, successes is measured in the number of cars sold; to a financier, success is measured in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7846664881074436837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7846664881074436837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2011/01/climate-for-church-growth.html' title='Climate For Church Growth'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-2280091119843722757</id><published>2010-12-29T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:07:14.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is No The Only Word In Your Vocabulary?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
In 1994 our pet poodle died of a stroke.  My recollections of that dog are fond ones, particularly when it comes to how well disciplined she was.   After several months of rigorous training, verbal commands, coupled with punishment and/or reward, that little 12 pound canine turned out to be a decent, well behaved, and without doubt, a loving companion for the family.  It would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2280091119843722757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2280091119843722757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-no-only-word-in-your-vocabulary.html' title='Is No The Only Word In Your Vocabulary?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1547430120338429326</id><published>2010-12-21T10:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:14:30.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots Or Reliability</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
A search of your ancestral tree will reveal that you may have had ancestors that hung by the neck, but never by the tail.    Multitudes are feverishly involved in searching their “roots”; for exactly what reason depends upon the one doing the searching.  Mormons search genealogies in hopes that they might find someone for whom they can be baptized; unfortunately proxy baptism is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1547430120338429326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1547430120338429326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/12/roots-or-reliability.html' title='Roots Or Reliability'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4374233645364540309</id><published>2010-12-13T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:02:06.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of a Home</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster


Home!  There is something about that word.  Take those four letters and attempt to form all the English words possible and I think I can safely say that this word – “home” – is all you will get.  I did not take Webster’s Dictionary and search it out, but I think a little effort on the part of any individual will prove it true!  Those fortunate enough to have been raised in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4374233645364540309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4374233645364540309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-search-of-home.html' title='In Search of a Home'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7643387070216281141</id><published>2010-11-29T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:03:01.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvary, Not Bethlehem</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
It happened almost 2,000 years ago; but the residual effect is still with us today.  Every time we partake of the Lord’s Supper we are reminded of that moment in history when the sins of mankind were laid upon the back of our Savior and the Son of God bled and suffered on Calvary that you and I might live.   But for some reason men have a desire to celebrate the birth of Christ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7643387070216281141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7643387070216281141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/11/calvary-not-bethlehem.html' title='Calvary, Not Bethlehem'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1069536425177779167</id><published>2010-11-22T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:32:32.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks In Every Situation</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Once again we are approaching that one day in the year which our government leaders of a bygone era set aside in order to emphasize thanksgiving to our Creator for His abundant blessings.  As God’s children, we realize that the giving of thanks is not an annual, but a daily part of our lives.   Perhaps it would be good this Thanksgiving Day to include the following petition in our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1069536425177779167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1069536425177779167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/11/giving-thanks-in-every-situation.html' title='Giving Thanks In Every Situation'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4229824623894634343</id><published>2010-11-15T18:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:50:30.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Numbers</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
This past October 16th my wife and I celebrated our 42nd wedding anniversary.   In those four plus decades we have moved a total of 26 times.  We are presently engaged in yet another move, this time to the Forth Worth, Texas area.  This move will make number 27 (if we have counted correctly).  Some of those moves have been just “around the corner,” some across town, some out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4229824623894634343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4229824623894634343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-numbers.html' title='New Numbers'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4999931570308605398</id><published>2010-11-15T18:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:51:04.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In The Saddle</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster 
Some of you country and western fans might remember a popular song with the above title.  “Back in the Saddle Again” was the signature song of American cowboy entertainer Gene Autry. It was co-written by Autry with Ray Whitley and first released in1939. The song was associated with Autry throughout his career and was used as the name of Autry's autobiography in 1976.  The song </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4999931570308605398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4999931570308605398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back In The Saddle'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7826931691071620463</id><published>2010-09-27T06:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T06:04:11.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parachute Mentality</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Having never worn a parachute, and fortunately never having needed one, I don't know if I can appreciate what a paratrooper goes through in the exercise of his basic skills as a skydiver.  While serving in the Coast Guard in Corpus Christi, it was my privilege to work in the field of aviation search and rescue.  Those of us who went on search and rescue missions were never issued </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7826931691071620463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7826931691071620463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/09/parachute-mentality.html' title='Parachute Mentality'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-6512439497621784847</id><published>2010-09-27T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T06:00:32.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Hill Far Away</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
What is it about the cross of Christ that draws men to Jesus?  Surely it is not the fact that it was some instrument of death, for other means of execution remain to this day as symbols of only infamy and disgrace.  Who has ever written a song about the electric chair, or what poet has ever glorified the gas chamber or the hangman's noose?  But let men erect a cross in their yard,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6512439497621784847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6512439497621784847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-hill-far-away.html' title='On A Hill Far Away'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3496527158144227968</id><published>2010-09-27T05:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T05:52:32.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trumpet, Harp, Timbrel, Stringed Instruments and Loud Cymbals</title><summary type='text'>
by Tom Wacaster
Those who advocate the use of instruments of music in worship to God often appeal to Psalms 150:3-5 for support of such a practice. But does the chapter lend support for instruments of music? Should we take a passage that is quite obviously Hebrew poetry, interpret it as prose, and use it for authority to bring a piano, organ, stringed instruments, or cymbals into the worship of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3496527158144227968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3496527158144227968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/09/trumpet-harp-timbrel-stringed.html' title='The Trumpet, Harp, Timbrel, Stringed Instruments and Loud Cymbals'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-2865661619841454656</id><published>2010-09-26T04:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T04:38:31.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission of Mercy</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
A couple of years ago one of the major television networks produced a made-for-television movie based on the true story of two pilots who attempted to fly two, single-engine crop dusters from the West Coast to Australia.  As the story developed, one of the planes never got airborne from the lay over in Hawaii, and the second pilot, at the encouragement of the first, continued the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2865661619841454656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2865661619841454656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/09/mission-of-mercy.html' title='Mission of Mercy'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-6306692344107878317</id><published>2010-09-24T07:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T07:32:46.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing By Graceland</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Highway 51 once served as the major thoroughfare from Memphis, Tennessee to the quite community of Southaven, Mississippi.  Prior to the building of the massive Interstate Highway system, that little country road leading from Memphis into Mississippi was occupied by small town travelers, truckers, and farmers taking their goods to market in Memphis.  In the late 1950's that little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6306692344107878317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6306692344107878317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/09/passing-by-graceland.html' title='Passing By Graceland'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8257812384474201438</id><published>2010-09-24T07:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T07:20:17.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Works And Our Purpose</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Paul told Titus, "And let our people also learn to maintain good works for necessary purposes, that they be not unfruitful" (Titus 3:14), "in all things showing thyself an ensample of good works" (2:6).   Christ, our example, "went about doing good....and healing all that were oppressed of the devil" (Acts 10:38).  While good works are both "necessary" and beneficial it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8257812384474201438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8257812384474201438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-works-and-our-purpose.html' title='Good Works And Our Purpose'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3511539402934504392</id><published>2010-09-11T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T08:20:28.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traversing The Potholes of Life</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
This week finds me in India, travelling the back roads to cities and villages in an effort to take the gospel to surrounding areas.  We in America often take the condition of our roads for granted, and assume that most roads in the world are as good as, or perhaps even better than the worst of our bad roads.  I can assure you that even our country roads are far superior to some of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3511539402934504392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3511539402934504392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/09/traversing-potholes-of-life.html' title='Traversing The Potholes of Life'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-2490355649437961177</id><published>2010-08-12T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:00:01.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Tests</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster  My data mail server recently sent out a “test email” to all of our subscribers which read as follows:
“This is the tech support for Tom's Pen list. Please indulge me with this test message. Just trying to solve some problems.  Mailing List Powered by Dada Mail”
Perhaps some explanation is in order.  The weekly “Tom’s Pen” that I send out cannot be generated using my AOL account </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2490355649437961177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2490355649437961177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-tests.html' title='Life&apos;s Tests'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-6308487389428989427</id><published>2010-08-07T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:32:23.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Euphrates Dries Up</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster  Revelation chapter eight ends with the sobering words, “And I saw, and I heard an eagle, flying in mid heaven, saying with a great voice, Woe, woe, woe, for them that dwell on the earth, by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, who are yet to sound” (Rev. 8:13).  Three woes would come upon “them that dwell on the earth.”  The doomsday prognosticators </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6308487389428989427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6308487389428989427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-euphrates-dries-up.html' title='When The Euphrates Dries Up'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-2580045419598050148</id><published>2010-08-04T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:17:28.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forsaking The Assembly</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   My travels in raising funds, giving reports, and filling in preaching at various locations has reminded me that our brethren continue to struggle with faithful attendance.  I have visited congregations where the drop in attendance from Sunday morning to Sunday evening is shameful.  A number of years ago I visited a congregation in Texas where the Sunday morning attendance was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2580045419598050148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2580045419598050148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/08/forsaking-assembly.html' title='Forsaking The Assembly'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3627979728839710931</id><published>2010-07-23T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:43:53.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Encouragement</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Solomon said, "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver" (Proverbs 25:11). An encouraging word can bring victory out of the jaws of defeat. Legion are those who, exhausted and defeated, have rebounded to great heights because of one little word of encouragement. I was reminded of the power of encouragement this week when I came across this little story in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3627979728839710931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3627979728839710931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/power-of-encouragement_23.html' title='The Power of Encouragement'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1692370606126854916</id><published>2010-07-21T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:45:19.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes of the Lord</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Second Chronicles is perhaps one of the most neglected of the inspired writings among otherwise good Bible students. I must admit that my yearly trek through the genealogies in 1 and 2 Chronicles takes some patience. Much of what we read in the Chronicles are a repeat of the material in 1 and 2 Kings with but little difference. It is interesting, therefore, that on my journey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1692370606126854916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1692370606126854916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/eyes-of-lord.html' title='The Eyes of the Lord'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7833925305560950027</id><published>2010-07-20T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:16:28.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing With God</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Boxing is not as popular as it was in the last century.  Great pugilists such as Cacius Clay (Mohammed Ali), Joe Lewis, and George Foreman were as well known as popular baseball greats or football heroes of today.  Old men often talk of the “fight of the century,” or the “match at Madison Square Garden that would go down in history.”  As great as some of those boxing contests </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7833925305560950027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7833925305560950027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/boxing-with-god.html' title='Boxing With God'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8306215259592274928</id><published>2010-07-19T16:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:06:51.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment</title><summary type='text'>                                                  by Tom Wacaster  Lafayette, the Frenchman, is remembered in the history books as a bold, courageous individual.  During the French Revolution he was dismissed from the army.  He tried to escape to America, but was captured and imprisoned in Germany.  It is reported that he was offered freedom on the condition that he join the conspiracy against </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8306215259592274928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8306215259592274928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/commitment.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8258589659257010554</id><published>2010-07-19T15:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:53:40.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Challenge to Atheists</title><summary type='text'>by William Jennings Bryan   The following was taken from the address delivered by Mr.Bryan in Orchestra Hall, Chicago, Illinois, on May 4, 1911.  "Is the Bible the work of man, or is it an inspired book? Is it the product of human wisdom, or did its authors speak as they were commanded by the Lord? Atheists and materialists declare that it is merely the work of man; that it was written under the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8258589659257010554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8258589659257010554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/challenge-to-atheists.html' title='A Challenge to Atheists'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-130500714972766175</id><published>2010-07-17T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:07:39.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Watch</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
 It has been a few years since the old watch quit working.  That old Timex watch succumbed to the ravages of time and age.  Contrary to popular belief, even the watch that "takes a licking and keeps on ticking" finally gave up the ghost.  I came across that old watch sometime back, and wondered why I had discarded it for a new one.   It did not take me long to remember why I put </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/130500714972766175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/130500714972766175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2003/07/old-watch.html' title='The Old Watch'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7986739268641423362</id><published>2010-07-13T01:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:07:53.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indestructible Bible</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
 The Bible is, without doubt, the greatest book ever written.  Consisting of 66 books, it stands as a monumental representation of heaven's love for mankind.  From the moment that God's word has gone forth to man, Satan has scrutinized, criticized, de-emphasized and sought to minimize the Holy word.  Critics have assailed its "contradictions" and "inconsistencies."  But the honest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7986739268641423362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7986739268641423362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/bible-criticized-and-scrutinized.html' title='The Indestructible Bible'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8954552276500230810</id><published>2010-06-18T01:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:08:09.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Is Fallen In The Streets</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
  When Israel turned away from God, the only direction morally, nationally, and socially, was a downward spiral into ungodly behavior and spiritual suicide.  Isaiah was one of those fiery prophets who was sent to Judah to attempt repentance and reform on the part of the people.  For the most part his efforts were futile, and eventually the nation was carried into Babylonian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8954552276500230810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8954552276500230810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/truth-is-fallen-in-streets.html' title='Truth Is Fallen In The Streets'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3784290372958366048</id><published>2010-06-18T01:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:08:22.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lock</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
 If you listen enough to radio, and especially talk radio, one of the most frequently advertized services is from a company called “Life Lock.”  Not only do they “guarantee” to protect your identity, they back that guarantee with more than $1 million in promised financial aid should your identity be stolen.  In 1997 consumers and institutions lost an estimated $745 million to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3784290372958366048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3784290372958366048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-lock.html' title='Life Lock'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-6872221112354151637</id><published>2010-06-11T01:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:37:36.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathered To His People</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
 In Genesis 25:8, the following is recorded concerning Abraham: “Then Abraham gave up the ghost, and died in a good old age, an old man, and full of years; and was gathered to his people.”   One of the marks of divine inspiration is the concise manner in which the writers presented the facts regarding individuals and events.  In slightly more than two dozen words in our English </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6872221112354151637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6872221112354151637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/gathered-to-his-people.html' title='Gathered To His People'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7634244732886688339</id><published>2010-06-02T01:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:37:58.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When God's Patience Runs Out</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
 One of the great attributes of our heavenly Father is, without doubt, His longsuffering toward sinful man.  The apostle Peter told us God is “longsuffering to you-ward, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance” (2 Pet. 3:9).   Someone once asked, “What is the difference between ‘mercy’ and ‘grace’?”   Some years ago I heard the following </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7634244732886688339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7634244732886688339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-gods-patience-runs-out.html' title='When God&apos;s Patience Runs Out'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-2661930549151624848</id><published>2010-06-01T16:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:38:16.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1982: Not So Long Ago</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
I was looking for an illustration to make a point. So when I ran a check on my computer it took me to the 1982 Fort Worth Lectureship book, "Difficult Texts Of The Old Testament Explained." One thing led to another and I soon found myself perusing the book and looking at the names and the pictures of the speakers for that series of lectures. Some of those men have long since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2661930549151624848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2661930549151624848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/06/1982-not-so-long-ago.html' title='1982: Not So Long Ago'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1574158340081631280</id><published>2010-05-29T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:43:15.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Their Finest Hour</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
“Change”!  How many times have you heard that word in your lifetime?  The number is incalculable!  The hippies of the 60’s clamored for change!   And so America cast off the sexual morals of a previous generation and gave us the change that the baby boomers sought.  The seeds of ungodliness were sown in the minds of a new generation via movies, rock music, and the  “rap” mentality</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1574158340081631280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1574158340081631280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/their-finest-hour.html' title='Their Finest Hour'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-5794251806678913996</id><published>2010-04-29T01:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:38:54.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Encouragement</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Solomon said, "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver" (Proverbs 25:11).   An encouraging word can bring victory out of the jaws of defeat.   Legion are those who, exhausted and defeated, have rebounded to great heights because of one little word of encouragement.  I was reminded of the power of encouragement this week when I came across this little story</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5794251806678913996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5794251806678913996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/power-of-encouragement.html' title='The Power of Encouragement'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4891934045994244412</id><published>2010-04-23T01:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:39:06.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Crocodiles in Heaven</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
This week’s “pen” has been some time in developing, as you might conclude from the title and gist of the article.  It has been more than a year since the famous "Crocodile Hunter," Steve Irwin was killed by a stingray during a diving expedition off the coast of Australia.  Though I was no big fan of Mr. Irwin, I did have an occasion to watch his program from time to time, or to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4891934045994244412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4891934045994244412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-crocodiles-in-heaven.html' title='No Crocodiles in Heaven'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-2040580204138957870</id><published>2010-04-19T01:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:39:20.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Or Consequences</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
The title of this week’s “pen” might conjure up a variety of thoughts, depending upon the individual.  Most of us would think of the popular quiz show that aired from the early 50’s until the early 80’s.  Guests on the show had to answer some crazy question (give the “truth” of the matter) and if answered wrong or not in time, the contestant would have to suffer the “consequences”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2040580204138957870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2040580204138957870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/truth-or-consequences.html' title='Truth Or Consequences'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8966148249186967914</id><published>2010-04-12T00:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:40:03.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning Again</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster

In a musical production of Dickens’  “A Christmas Carol,” Albert Finney plays the part of Ebenezer Scrooge.  The move is a delightful reproduction of the classic Charles Dickens novel wherein Mr. Scrooge, after being visited by three angels, comes to repent of his past life, and determine that he is, from that point forward, going to live a life that denies self and seeks to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8966148249186967914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8966148249186967914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/beginning-again.html' title='Beginning Again'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-5905407389933063735</id><published>2010-03-20T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:57:15.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraham Sows, Middle East Reaps</title><summary type='text'> by Tom Wacaster
The point in this article is to set forth an examination of the Biblical background of the events that have transpired throughout history in the geographical location of what is now referred to as the Middle East.  A failure to keep present day circumstances in their Biblical context has led to a number of fanciful theories regarding the promise to Abraham, the second coming of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5905407389933063735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5905407389933063735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/03/abraham-sows-middle-east-reaps.html' title='Abraham Sows, Middle East Reaps'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7757982733076697967</id><published>2010-03-16T01:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:40:13.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Final Departure</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Paul once beseeched the brethren to permit him a little "foolishness," so that he might reflect upon his labors with those to whom he was writing (2 Cor 11:1).  His great concern was that the Corinthians might not be drawn away by false teachers claiming to be apostles of the Lord.  Paul's great love for the church is most evident in his writings.  One of his most tender epistles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7757982733076697967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7757982733076697967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-final-departure.html' title='Our Final Departure'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-2934698819411547163</id><published>2010-03-09T01:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:40:33.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Nuggets in 2 Chronicles</title><summary type='text'>by Tom WacasterThe books of First and Second Chronicles tend to be neglected, even by the most ardent of Bible students.  Admittedly I have been prone to rush through these two books, due in no little part to the repetitious nature when compared with the books of First and Second Kings.   Over the past three years I have made a diligent attempt to read through the Old Testament two times in each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2934698819411547163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2934698819411547163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/hidden-nuggets-in-2-chronicles.html' title='Hidden Nuggets in 2 Chronicles'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8792966399159126469</id><published>2010-03-01T23:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:06:48.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Flat Tires</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8792966399159126469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8792966399159126469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/03/four-flat-tires.html' title='Four Flat Tires'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8936915490558571210</id><published>2010-02-13T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:00:58.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have No Fellowship With The Unfruitful Works of Darkness</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
When Paul wrote to the Ephesians he clearly admonished them: “And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather even reprove them”  (Eph. 5:11).  Fellowship is the joint participation and common bond that exists between brothers and sisters in Christ.  Fellowship exists only where the light is believed and obeyed (cf. 1 John 1:6-8).  The extent of fellowship</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8936915490558571210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8936915490558571210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-no-fellowship-with-unfruitful.html' title='Have No Fellowship With The Unfruitful Works of Darkness'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-6106827867586811112</id><published>2010-01-24T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:39:37.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing In Christ</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
The late Gus Nichols once shared the following humorous illustration with his readers:  “If a man were given a mule, a goat, a bee, and a skunk and assigned the task of making a working combination of them in order to accomplish a given work he would throw up his hands in disgust and say, 'That is impossible.' Yet, in almost every church there is a kicker, a butter, a stinger, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6106827867586811112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6106827867586811112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/growing-in-christ.html' title='Growing In Christ'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-5561595499855660097</id><published>2010-01-15T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:42:02.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ephesians: Heaven's Gallery Of Spiritual Wealth</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
When the prophets of old had penned the very words of God, they no doubt laid down the pen of inspiration, and in some instances may have even asked themselves, “What have I just written?”  Peter informs us that those inspired men “sought and searched diligently…of the grace that should come unto you: searching what time or what manner of time the Spirit of Christ which was in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5561595499855660097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5561595499855660097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/ephesians-heavens-gallery-of-spiritual.html' title='Ephesians: Heaven&apos;s Gallery Of Spiritual Wealth'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1107696591360654009</id><published>2009-08-21T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:36:35.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why The Tribe of Judah?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
This particular expression, “the Lion that is of the tribe of Judah,” occurs nowhere else in the Bible.  But why the tribe of “Judah”?   The answer lies in events that occurred centuries before John received this vision.  Joseph had been sold by his own brethren into the hands of Ishmeelites (Gen. 37:28), and later sold as a common slave to a man by the name of Potiphar.  God </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1107696591360654009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1107696591360654009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-tribe-of-judah.html' title='Why The Tribe of Judah?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-563492491117267249</id><published>2009-08-15T03:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:35:36.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will The Next Generation Bring?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
In proof reading my notes for Volume Seven in my series, “The Songs and Devotions of David,” I was particularly impressed this week with the words of David in chapter one-hundred-thirty-one.  
Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; Neither do I exercise myself in great matters, Or in things too wonderful for me. Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; Like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/563492491117267249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/563492491117267249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-will-next-generation-bring.html' title='What Will The Next Generation Bring?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-9023763054226862487</id><published>2009-06-05T03:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:25:40.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa, Tell Me About The Good Old Days</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Discouragement comes to the best of men; even great men of faith.  Elijah had his moment(s) of discouragement, as I am sure did Abraham, Moses, and Noah.  Having studied and written now on 143 chapters in the Psalms, I think I can safely say that David had his moments of discouragement and disappointments.   How did he handle it?  Where did he flee for refuge?  Well, why not let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/9023763054226862487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/9023763054226862487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/grandpa-tell-me-about-good-old-days.html' title='Grandpa, Tell Me About The Good Old Days'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3595073466125570612</id><published>2009-06-01T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:07:39.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Society's Double Standard</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Those guided by an absolute standard of right and wrong have no problem being consistent when it comes to policy, life’s decisions, and personal convictions.   Sane folks recognize the double standard that is presently in place in our society, whether you call it “political correctness,” “apathy” or abject indifference.  We marvel at the ability of politicians to lie through their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3595073466125570612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3595073466125570612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-societys-double-standard.html' title='Our Society&apos;s Double Standard'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-5875357756528738024</id><published>2009-04-15T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:05:55.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Fear An Audit?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
In just a little more than one month the IRS will close the door for tax-payers to mail in their returns.  April 15th has long been highlighted on the calendar of most Americans, either literally or at least mentally.   With the age of the internet, E-filing, and on-line tax help and software, we have finally managed to see the "Reduction In Paper Act" become more of a reality in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5875357756528738024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5875357756528738024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-fear-audit.html' title='Do You Fear An Audit?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7648501746370752934</id><published>2009-04-09T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:46:24.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Study To Show Thyself Approved</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster  Most of our readers are probably aware of Paul’s admonition to Timothy (KJV): “Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth” (2 Tim. 2:15). Strictly speaking, the Greek word that has been translated “study” (spoudazo) means “to make effort, be prompt or earnest…diligence, be diligent, endeavour, labour” (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7648501746370752934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7648501746370752934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2009/04/study-to-show-thyself-approved.html' title='Study To Show Thyself Approved'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7974114203110552587</id><published>2009-03-10T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:37:03.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Carbon Copy</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Most of you who receive my weekly “Tom’s Pen” know that I send out each week’s article to all of my subscribers using the “blind carbon copy” [bcc] rather than the “carbon copy” [cc] feature offered with most email servers.  When you send out “carbon copy” the recipients of your email are shown ALL of the other email addresses that have been sent the email as well.  Unfortunately </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7974114203110552587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7974114203110552587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/blind-carbon-copy.html' title='Blind Carbon Copy'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-503492108382198874</id><published>2009-01-22T03:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:36:12.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Church Is It Anyway?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
It has been a few years since I passed that little church building, but the sign certainly caught my attention.  It read: "Evangelical Spirit Filled Orthodox Catholic Church of St. Thomas the Apostle."   It was likely a spin off from the Catholic Church that had been influenced by the charismatic movement of the 60’s and early 70’s.  Eleven words without a single reference to God </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/503492108382198874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/503492108382198874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/whose-church-is-it-anyway.html' title='Whose Church Is It Anyway?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-5643472373507673340</id><published>2008-11-17T03:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:22:50.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrivals And Departures</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
It was late Friday afternoon, and I was tired and exhausted from a sleepless night before I ever began this journey, followed by a long ten hour flight from Moscow to JFK airport in New York.  In spite of the fact that we made good time from Moscow and arrived almost an hour early in New York, I was still facing a five and a half hour lay over before catching the last leg of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5643472373507673340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5643472373507673340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/arrivals-and-departures.html' title='Arrivals And Departures'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3128120020345266223</id><published>2008-11-15T03:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:48:42.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has The Time Come For Judgment On America?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
No nation in the history of this world has been as richly blessed as the United States of America.  God has turned the horn of plenty upside down upon our heads.  For more than 230 years we have enjoyed unparalleled prosperity, freedom, and world-wide influence.   I believe I can say without fear of contradiction that the Lord’s church in America over the last two centuries has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3128120020345266223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3128120020345266223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/has-time-come-for-judgment-on-america.html' title='Has The Time Come For Judgment On America?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7028190996255899536</id><published>2008-11-05T09:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:02:27.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day America Became A Socialist Country</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster 
Writing on political matters is not what one expects from a preacher. And I will freely admit that writing on political issues is not my favorite topic. However, when politics crosses the path of spiritual truths and human rights that are “endowed by their Creator,” it becomes inevitable that we preachers quit preaching and go to meddling (as one country boy was fond of saying). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7028190996255899536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7028190996255899536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2000/09/day-america-became-socialist-country.html' title='The Day America Became A Socialist Country'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7918210570416747008</id><published>2008-08-10T00:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:42:01.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Marvelous Grace</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   "For by grace have ye been saved though faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not of works, that no man should glory' (Eph. 2:8-9). These words have been the center of controversy for as long as I can remember. Denominational theologians, and in recent years some of our own brethren have suggested that man is saved solely on the basis of grace; that no man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7918210570416747008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7918210570416747008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2008/08/gods-marvelous-grace.html' title='God&apos;s Marvelous Grace'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1686744812509158098</id><published>2008-08-01T03:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:27:19.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Success of Christianity</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
No movement in the history of the world has been as rapid or made as significant an impact as has the growth of the church in the first centuries of her existence. The exact count at the end of that first century is not available, but some have estimated that half a million or more.  Evidence suggests that the churches in Antioch, Ephesus, and Corinth were strong enough to bear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1686744812509158098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1686744812509158098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/amazing-success-of-christianity.html' title='The Amazing Success of Christianity'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8779435144663459810</id><published>2008-07-30T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:23:47.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Fools</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   A fool has been defined as “one who speaks and acts contrary to reason.” I sometimes wonder if our elected officials have decided to compete with one another on just how foolish they can make themselves appear to be! Since when did it become so difficult to understand that you cannot spend more than you take in without digging yourself into a hole? While attending Brown Trail </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8779435144663459810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8779435144663459810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-fools.html' title='Four Fools'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-5000045974437511669</id><published>2008-07-30T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:20:12.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Sake</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Bobby Key tells of a little dog that President Theodore Roosevelt owned, which was always getting into fights. The little fellow always took a beating. One day he tackled a mangy cur and took a real whipping. A man standing near by said, "Mr. Roosevelt, your dog isn't much of a fighter." Teddy replied, "He is a good fighter, but he is a poor judge of dogs."  When I was growing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5000045974437511669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/5000045974437511669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-my-sake.html' title='For My Sake'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8519800324715980475</id><published>2008-07-30T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:17:36.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following Instructions</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   About a month ago I decided that it was time to replace the old DVD player with an updated player and recorder combo. When I unpacked the box there were four manuals (one in English, one in Spanish, one in French, and one in German), a package of wires included for routing the TV signal through the DVD player, a wire for use with digital cameras, and some extra paraphernalia for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8519800324715980475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8519800324715980475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2008/07/following-instructions.html' title='Following Instructions'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7444366637827073381</id><published>2008-07-30T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:15:08.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fine Tuned Universe</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Since the mid 1920's our nation has been fed a steady diet of humanism, evolution, and atheism.  Every attempt has been made to get Jehovah God "out" of the picture, and put man at the center, and science as the all-knowing, all-seeing, all-powerful "god" that instructs, enlightens, and informs.   The particular point of focus in the battle for the minds of men has been our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7444366637827073381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7444366637827073381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-fine-tuned-universe.html' title='Our Fine Tuned Universe'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7076962197620740560</id><published>2008-07-30T15:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:08:45.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Comes By Hearing</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   "And the word of God increased; and the number of the disciples multiplied in Jerusalem exceedingly; and a great company of the priests were obedient to the faith" (Acts 6:7). What an amazing verse, filled with a wealth of truth for our benefit and spiritual growth. The apostles had been beaten for preaching the gospel. Instead of complain, the scripture tells us that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7076962197620740560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7076962197620740560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2008/07/faith-comes-by-hearing.html' title='Faith Comes By Hearing'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4612929056809905810</id><published>2008-06-08T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:48:50.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cluttered Desk</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
Having just arrived home from my latest mission endeavor, I now find myself facing the dubious task of "catching up" with the backlog of correspondence, reading and filing, and bills. I have not yet figured out how to keep up with all of these things when my office is located in East Texas and I am half way around the world teaching and preaching; to take my office with me is an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4612929056809905810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4612929056809905810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/cluttered-desk.html' title='The Cluttered Desk'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3156314087544684244</id><published>2008-02-08T15:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:52:35.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall We Cause Them To Stumble?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster  When we were raising our children there were a number of times that we would not allow them to go with their friends to a certain activity. We felt that it was not in their best interest morally, or spiritually. Time has proven our actions wise. Though they could not understand our motives at the time, they have more than once expressed appreciation for the restraint that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3156314087544684244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3156314087544684244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2008/02/shall-we-cause-them-to-stumble.html' title='Shall We Cause Them To Stumble?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1122038234159246571</id><published>2008-01-12T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:55:36.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1982: Not So Long Ago</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
 I was looking for an illustration to make a point. So when I ran a check on my computer it took me to the 1982 Fort Worth Lectureship book, "Difficult Texts Of The Old Testament Explained." One thing led to another and I soon found myself perusing the book and looking at the names and the pictures of the speakers for that series of lectures. Some of those men have long since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1122038234159246571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1122038234159246571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2010/07/1982-not-so-long-ago.html' title='1982: Not So Long Ago'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-600658210396989366</id><published>2008-01-08T15:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:48:48.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biting And Devouring One Another</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Before I am branded as being soft on the truth, or compromising the faith once for all delivered to the saints, let me point out that "biting and devouring one another" is NOT to be equated with a strong stand for that which is right.  It is not exposing error or false doctrine.  Having preached for almost four decades I am saddened to say that the Lord's church has yet to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/600658210396989366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/600658210396989366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2008/01/biting-and-devouring-one-another.html' title='Biting And Devouring One Another'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8235269421955499738</id><published>2007-11-25T11:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:29:54.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Athenian Religion</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
In their book, The Life and Epistles of St. Paul, Conybeare and Howson have this interesting note:  
It [the Greek religion, TW] was a religion which ministered to art and amusement, and was entirely destitute of moral power.  Taste was gratified by the bright spectacle to which the Athenian awoke every morning of his life.  Excitement was agreeably kept up by festal seasons, gay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8235269421955499738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8235269421955499738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/11/athenian-religion.html' title='Athenian Religion'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1694360484234852474</id><published>2007-11-14T15:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:50:48.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogus Astronauts</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster 
 Several years ago there appeared an article in the Houston Chronicle that still serves as a stark reminder that things are not always as they seem. The report told of a man who was "laid back," "friendly," and very "knowledgeable." These were a few of the epitaphs used by surprised individuals as they sought for words to describe Jerry Allen Whittredge, a "wanna-be" insider in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1694360484234852474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1694360484234852474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/11/bogus-astronauts.html' title='Bogus Astronauts'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4878556313106447808</id><published>2007-10-14T12:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:12:35.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Astonishing Choice</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster  "Now at the feast the governor was wont to release unto the multitude one prisoner, whom they would.  And they had then a notable prisoner, called Barabbas. When therefore they were gathered together, Pilate said unto them, Whom will ye that I release unto you? Barabbas, or Jesus who is called Christ?" (Matt. 27:15-17).  I don't know where the "custom" originated that allowed the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4878556313106447808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4878556313106447808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/10/astonishing-choice.html' title='An Astonishing Choice'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-172143149974915380</id><published>2007-10-01T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:04:01.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot of Empty Yesterdays</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster 
An incident from the American Revolution illustrates what tragedy can result from procrastination. It is reported that Colonel Rahl, commander of the British troops in Trenton, New Jersey, was playing cards when a courier brought an urgent message stating that General George Washington was crossing the Delaware River. Rahl put the letter in his pocket and didn't bother to read it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/172143149974915380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/172143149974915380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/10/lot-of-empty-yesterdays.html' title='A Lot of Empty Yesterdays'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-6227744609082224439</id><published>2007-09-01T18:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:47:50.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Band Quit Playing</title><summary type='text'>
by Tom Wacaster


While working in India this week it was my privilege to travel with brother Nehemiah Gootam to Nakkerkal to work with brother Premdas, one of the preachers in that area. We had completed our morning speaking engagement and had returned to brother Premdas' house, which is situated on one of the major highways that goes to Hyderabad. It would be another three hours before our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6227744609082224439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6227744609082224439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-band-quit-playing.html' title='And The Band Quit Playing'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4362903988562116704</id><published>2007-06-14T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:08:00.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism Without Consent</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
I have a dear preacher friend who is not married. While considering his marital state, and the awful misery he must be experiencing, I thought perhaps it would be better if he were married. I have happened upon a plan that would accomplish my desired end, and thought I might share it with our readers. Some afternoon, while he is sleeping, I will get some fine Christian lady to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4362903988562116704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4362903988562116704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/06/baptism-without-consent.html' title='Baptism Without Consent'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8098552324370536979</id><published>2007-06-06T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:58:02.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bible: Hate Literature?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
It has been almost a full decade since Saskatchewan's NDP government amended Section 14 of the province's Human Rights Code so as to prohibit discrimination against homosexuals by adding "sexual orientation" as a protected category. Since then there has been an ongoing debate as to whether or not the Bible's strong condemnations of homosexual behavior can be construed as hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8098552324370536979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8098552324370536979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/06/bible-hate-literature.html' title='The Bible: Hate Literature?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-9130977926185765859</id><published>2007-05-30T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:35:22.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending A Clear Message: Courage in Action on Baptism</title><summary type='text'> A number of years ago F. LaGard Smith published a book entitled, "Baptism, the Believer's Wedding Ceremony." It is well written, and deals effectively with some of those "thorny" issues regarding the topic of baptism. But in my estimation brother LaGard renders the totality of his work null and void in the closing two chapters of his book. Inevitably when one deals with such a controversial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/9130977926185765859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/9130977926185765859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/05/sending-clear-message-courage-in-action.html' title='Sending A Clear Message: Courage in Action on Baptism'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1483550228050001606</id><published>2007-05-12T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:58:55.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is The Church of Christ A Sect?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster  The word "sect" is used nine times in the New Testament.  It is translated four times with the English word "sect," and five times with the word "heresies."   W.E. Vine tells us that the word means "a predilection either for a particular truth, or for a perversion of one, generally with the expectation of personal advantage; hence, a division and the formation of a party or sect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1483550228050001606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1483550228050001606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-church-of-christ-sect.html' title='Is The Church of Christ A Sect?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1573950358783431375</id><published>2007-04-12T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:58:00.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christian and Persecution</title><summary type='text'>                                                  by Tom Wacaster
The real test of Christianity is found in the willingness of the saint to endure persecution, even to the point of death. The persecution of Christians in the early years of the church has been well documented. William Forbush, in Fox’s Book of Martyrs” describes the persecution of Christians under Marcus Aurelius: 
The cruelties </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1573950358783431375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1573950358783431375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/04/christian-and-persecution.html' title='The Christian and Persecution'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3539760447131824934</id><published>2007-03-13T15:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:56:38.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Life</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster  One of the most amazing statements in the Old Testament was the exhortation that the Lord offered to Israel on the eve of their marching across Jordan into the promised land.  After 40 years of wandering in the wilderness, God had Moses pen the following words for the admonition of both Israel and us:  "See, I have set before thee this day life and good, and death and evil...I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3539760447131824934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3539760447131824934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/03/choose-life.html' title='Choose Life'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-2086806041402385344</id><published>2007-02-23T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:12:15.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold, I Thought</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster
They thought the Titanic was unsinkable! They thought there were sufficient life boats for whatever emergency they might face. They thought the double bottom, sixteen watertight compartments could withstand anything! They thought the ship could float even with some of hits bulkheads filled with water! They thought the three million rivets holding the steel plates together were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2086806041402385344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2086806041402385344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2007/02/behold-i-thought.html' title='Behold, I Thought'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4944940038112271157</id><published>2006-11-02T20:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:42:27.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bible: What An Incredible Book</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Looking back upon the history of the Bible, it is apparent that this book reveals the ongoing and ever present battle that has been waged through the years between right and wrong, truth and error. Every inch of ground has been hard fought; every truth, every doctrine of revelation, every hope held forth in God's word is bathed in the blood of martyrs. Critics of every age have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4944940038112271157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4944940038112271157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/11/bible-what-incredible-book.html' title='The Bible: What An Incredible Book'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3893025299116463762</id><published>2006-10-15T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:20:07.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open and Shut Case</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Mystery writers produce plots that, more often than not, revolve around some heinous crime such as murder. Some of the more successful fictional sleuths include such notable characters as Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Peroit, Mark Slone, Colombo, and Jessica Fletcher. Real live detectives (and even the fictional ones) enjoy cases that are “open and shut.” That means the evidence is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3893025299116463762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3893025299116463762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-and-shut-case.html' title='An Open and Shut Case'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7067910179487693148</id><published>2006-10-13T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:08:52.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Course Corrections Along The Pathway of Life</title><summary type='text'>                                                  by Tom Wacaster  February 13th I will board a Northwest/KLM flight bound for Amsterdam, and then on to Bombay, India.  Having some experience in flying, I am aware that a pre-planned route is essential to reaching a desired destination.  But I am also aware that when flying it is necessary to make small corrections in one's heading all along the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7067910179487693148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7067910179487693148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/10/course-corrections-along-pathway-of.html' title='Course Corrections Along The Pathway of Life'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8990274306910780640</id><published>2006-09-27T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:39:46.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies Made To Order</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster 
The news continues to give attention to genetic engineering, especially when it benefits a couple seeking to either have a baby, or to give birth to a child that is free from diseases that plague both parents. There were at least two items in the news this past week that caught my attention. One was a segment on NBC news in which it was reported that a couple seeking to conceive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8990274306910780640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/8990274306910780640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/09/babies-made-to-order.html' title='Babies Made To Order'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-35740244623892879</id><published>2006-09-24T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:00:54.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Empty Wagon Going No Where</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   This past week has been a week of festivity in honor of the Hindu God. Worship services to that idol occur daily, extending into the late hours of the night during this week long festivity. It is sad to see such devotion to a false god. In contrast it is rewarding to see those who hear the truth and turn away from that false system of worship to serve the true and living God. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/35740244623892879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/35740244623892879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/09/empty-wagon-going-no-where.html' title='An Empty Wagon Going No Where'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1971577045301212131</id><published>2006-09-17T12:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:30:06.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Another Testament"?</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   They were very well dressed, and when they knocked on my door they asked if they could tell me of “another testament” that Jesus gave to men. Their offer puzzled me, since I did not recall any mention of “another testament” promised by either Jesus or the apostles. In fact, my Bible clearly teaches that the “faith” that was delivered to that first century church through the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1971577045301212131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1971577045301212131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-testament.html' title='&quot;Another Testament&quot;?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4180174873292436875</id><published>2006-08-01T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:35:48.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Genetics, DNA and God</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster  The mapping of DNA is one of those little mysteries of life that astound even the most scholarly.  DNA, which stands for "deoxyribonucleic acid," is a sort of genetic "code" that determines not only the color of your hair, but the very physical traits that separate you from lower animals.  Every living thing, whether plant, animal, or human, contains a storehouse of genetic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4180174873292436875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4180174873292436875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/08/genetics-dna-and-god.html' title='Genetics, DNA and God'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-799573113647596687</id><published>2006-07-21T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:36:44.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awash In Immorality</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster 
My daily morning routine between about 6:30 and 8:00 includes a walk on the treadmill, precious time in reading God's word, and a quick glance at the Dallas Morning News [at least when I stick with my routine, and not necessarily in that order]. Those three activities provide strength for the physical man, strength for the spiritual man, and mental stimulation for making an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/799573113647596687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/799573113647596687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/07/awash-in-immorality.html' title='Awash In Immorality'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-2868367787227859678</id><published>2006-05-15T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:16:07.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Move</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Moving from one location to another can be quite taxing.   Growing up, we had our fair share of family moves from one part of town to another, or from one city to another.  I suppose that mom and dad prepared me for what would be the inevitable experience(s) in the life of a preacher.   My wife and I will have been married thirty eight years this October.  In those thirty eight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2868367787227859678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/2868367787227859678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-move.html' title='Another Move'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-7033352173814177833</id><published>2006-04-15T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:03:59.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Want A Church That Flies?</title><summary type='text'>                                                  by Tom Wacaster  A rather interesting article appeared in one of the more liberal periodicals sometime back that deserves an open and honest investigation.  The author's comments serve as a good example of the present effort on the part of change agents to remodel and restructure the Lord's church of our generation into something that is "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7033352173814177833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/7033352173814177833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-we-want-church-that-flies.html' title='Do We Want A Church That Flies?'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1950454827759602480</id><published>2006-01-12T16:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:02:46.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Marquees</title><summary type='text'>                                                  by Tom Wacaster  The June 2007 issue of Reader's Digest had a two page article titled, "It's A Sign!"  in which a half dozen or so church  "message boards" were featured for the interest of its readers.  "At churches across America, some messages have to be seen to be believed!" is how the lead-in statement read.  It caught my eye, so I read on:  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1950454827759602480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1950454827759602480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2006/01/church-marquees.html' title='Church Marquees'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-383889509655158361</id><published>2005-08-05T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:00:12.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me One Soul</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   I pulled out my file on personal work recently and thumbed through the mountain of material I have on the subject so as to stir my thinking along this line. I noticed as I flipped through, that not only have I filed away numerous articles on personal work and evangelism, but that through the years I have preached some two dozen sermons on the subject (and some of those more than</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/383889509655158361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/383889509655158361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2005/08/give-me-one-soul.html' title='Give Me One Soul'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-3365464887930429487</id><published>2005-07-23T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:34:00.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Privilege of Bible Study</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster 
With the New Year now just around the corner, I am doing my best to put into practice some of those things that I deem important and which, as per my new year resolutions, will make for a better year. I have always considered myself blessed in that I get to spend an abundance of time each week in a study of God's word. Words simply cannot express the appreciation I have for this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3365464887930429487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/3365464887930429487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2005/07/privilege-of-bible-study.html' title='The Privilege of Bible Study'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4626732914389598962</id><published>2005-07-08T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:57:29.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America Gets An 'F' In Religion</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   A recent article in the U.S. News (April 9, 2007) reported that in America, we get an "F" in religion. Jay Tolson reported that "roughly 9 in 10" of our citizens believe in God, or a Supreme Being. In fact, America is widely acknowledged to be the "most religious of modern industrialized nations." Yet, when it comes to knowledge ABOUT religion, it ranks among the most ill- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4626732914389598962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4626732914389598962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2005/07/america-gets-f-in-religion.html' title='America Gets An &apos;F&apos; In Religion'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-1976964849946414400</id><published>2005-07-05T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:50:43.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Honest In A Dishonest World</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   In a world of "dog eat dog, take care of number one," honesty and integrity are rare. I recently came across the following statistics:  "In a recent year, according to the FBI crime report, 13,200,080 crimes were reported in the United States [did you get that number, TW].  Ninety percent of these involved property and included such crimes as burglary, larceny, auto theft and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1976964849946414400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/1976964849946414400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2005/07/being-honest-in-dishonest-world.html' title='Being Honest In A Dishonest World'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-6046222434381176137</id><published>2005-07-03T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:30:47.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of This One Man</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster   Many a tribute has been paid to Jesus of Nazareth. “Believers and mockers, skeptics and saints, the mighty and the humble; all have testified to the fact that this Man among men was more than a man.” Those who are diligent students of the Bible see in the pages of that inspired book a portrait of One Who was (and is) the epitome of selfless service and supreme sacrifice. Those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6046222434381176137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/6046222434381176137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2005/07/because-of-this-one-man.html' title='Because of This One Man'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-4602431826992834063</id><published>2005-07-02T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:13:07.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divinely Sanctioned Division</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster 
I was rummaging through my files on “unity” and “division,” and came across an article that appeared in the Dallas Morning News just over three years ago.  The title of the article was "Church alliance proposed."  I'll share with you the lead in statement: "The National Council of Churches is going to try to form a new organization that would for the first time include all major </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4602431826992834063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5023030079659977824/posts/default/4602431826992834063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomwacasterpen.blogspot.com/2005/07/divinely-sanctioned-division.html' title='Divinely Sanctioned Division'/><author><name>Tom's Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784483791875272784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyHich4gXWU/TD6FJxlQYdI/AAAAAAAAADI/14WRyMXU8Wc/S220/Passport.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5023030079659977824.post-8982483805998397918</id><published>2005-07-01T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:08:32.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Demise of Dependability</title><summary type='text'>by Tom Wacaster 
The Proverb writer tells us that "Confidence in an unfaithful man in time of trouble is like a broken tooth, and a foot out of joint" (Proverbs 25:19). A farmer in Tupelo, Oklahoma used to say, "If I had my 'druthers' I think I would prefer A over B." Given a choice between a broken tooth and a foot out of joint, my ‘druther’ would be neither. 
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