<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453</id><updated>2009-10-13T17:05:23.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-4874944137443301044</id><published>2008-02-02T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:35:17.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update... on a lot of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Good people, cheer God! Right-living people sound best when praising.&lt;br /&gt;    Use guitars to reinforce your Hallelujahs!&lt;br /&gt;    Play his praise on a grand piano!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invent your own new song to him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    give him a trumpet fanfare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;'s Word is solid to the core;&lt;br /&gt;    everything he makes is sound inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;    He loves it when everything fits,&lt;br /&gt;    when his world is in plumb-line true.&lt;br /&gt;    Earth is drenched&lt;br /&gt;    in &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;'s affectionate satisfaction.          Psalm 33:1-4 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Message&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Graves gave a wonderful and challenging sermon last Sunday night at College Church. The focus was on Isaiah 42 and on what having a new song for the Lord means.  It means that the Lord has done something new and wonderful in our lives, it means that the old songs just are not good enough anymore to give God the thanks and praise that He deserves, and it means that we need new words, a new praise-song, a new song of thanksgiving that will capture all of what we feel for Him, the God who provides and sustains and gives us more than we could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much what I have been wanting to do for the last 5 or 6 months!  It seems that every month, every week sometimes, brought a new blessing.  In September I started my seminary classes at NTS, and the pace of my first semester was measured and slow enough that I was able to handle it well.  The heavy lifting started this semester with the Biblical hermeneutics class I just finished as a module (these are 2-week intensive courses) and it will continue with my class on Romans and one on Theology of Church and Ministry during the regular semester.  Every class that I have taken so far has been instructive and has inspired me.  I have some pretty smart professors that are challenging me to study the Word in new ways and with a new passion.  Most importantly, God continues to confirm to me that I am where He wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months after my last post, I was also able to start a new part-time job as a Spanish interpreter at Truman Medical Center.  This is PRN, or per-diem, job, so I am called when they need me, but it still provides me a little more excitement than my regular job in the call center.  It is also supplementing my income just at the right moments.  In my regular job I just got a raise (whoo-hoo) which will help me for what is coming in the future (which I will get to shortly).  I am also working more hours now, around 25 a week, and I might increase that to 27 or 28 as things in my life continue to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... since Lisa and I are engaged now.  I proposed during Thanksgiving, which was the first time my parents and brother had the chance to go with me to Kouts, Indiana to meet her parents and grandmother.  We had been dating for 6-months at that point, and I can't explain it (I always thought I would date someone for longer than that before proposing) but the timing felt right, and it was a wonderful time to share that special day with both of our families.  I proposed in front of both of our families after dinner.  The only person that was not teary eyed was my brother (that was because he smiled throughout the whole thing) and they tell me (because I don't remember much of what I said because of my nervousness/excitement) that everything I said when I proposed was good.  Phew!  And Lisa said yes, which was the best part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our wedding will be July 26th at College Church of the Nazarene in Olathe, KS.  Preparations are under way, and all of you will be getting invitations in the mail sometime in the spring.  I understand that, because of distance and family responsibilities, many of you won't be able to come, but we will try to send out invitations to everyone anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and I ask all of you to have us in your prayers as we take this HUGE step in our lives.  We continue to be amazed every day of how the Lord brought us together, and we pray always that He will be the one that leads our futures as we take on doing the work of His ministry wherever He chooses to take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all of you.  I think of all of you often, my first family in Christ.  Had I not met you, all of you, I would not be the same person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing to Yahweh a fresh new song, sing His praise to the edges of the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isaiah 42:10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-4874944137443301044?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/4874944137443301044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=4874944137443301044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/4874944137443301044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/4874944137443301044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2008/02/update-on-lot-of-things.html' title='Update... on a lot of things'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-2908200540665386460</id><published>2007-08-14T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:50:41.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And who's that young lady there beside you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-pO_XwOes-A/RsG9_ZI-pII/AAAAAAAAAAM/urjLTnHS42o/s1600-h/DSC02350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-pO_XwOes-A/RsG9_ZI-pII/AAAAAAAAAAM/urjLTnHS42o/s320/DSC02350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098565149938066562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my last update, 4 months ago, I wrote  about the way God surprises us once we give our lives over to Him.  I am reminded of this as I prepare to start seminary in two weeks; but also as I prepare for a weekend trip to Kouts, Indiana to meet the parents of the greatest blessing the Lord has brought into my life yet.  Joyce and Gary met her at the KC District Assembly last week, so I thought this was a good time to feature my girlfriend in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met Lisa Phipps in September of last year, many things about her stood out to me (besides the obvious).  First, she spoke fluent Spanish, which she learned spending a year in Paraguay as a volunteer missionary for the Church of the Nazarene (this means that she paid for all of her expenses to serve in a third world country).  Second, she had a desire to serve in the Hispanic Ministries of College Church.  Third, she enjoyed talking and thinking about spiritual issues at a very deep level.  We got to know each other and became friends as we both served in the worship team and through participating in church activities.  In fact, she is one of the friends I wanted to spend time with at the February revival service that the Lord used to call me to ministry.  As I got to know her better, many other things stood out about her that drew me to want to spend more time with her, especially her commitment to God and her call to ministry.  A month or so after my last blog entry, we went out on our first date.  The last three months have been the most wonderful, fulfilling, and blessed months of my life.  Having the assurance that we are both in the center of God's will is the best part of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful to attend Jenna's wedding at St. Paul's, and I missed Christy's and will miss Amy's; however, my trip to Indiana this weekend is just to get to know her parents, nothing else yet.  They think it is unfair that my parents have gotten to know Lisa so well while they've only seen pictures of me!  I'm looking forward to meeting them.  Lisa and I have started to pray for God's direction as to when we will take the next step.  In the meantime, we will both be busy taking classes at seminary (she has already completed her first year), working, and continuing to serve in College Church with Hispanic Ministries Immanuel.  God is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-2908200540665386460?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/2908200540665386460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=2908200540665386460' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/2908200540665386460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/2908200540665386460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-whos-that-young-lady-there-beside.html' title='And who&apos;s that young lady there beside you?'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-pO_XwOes-A/RsG9_ZI-pII/AAAAAAAAAAM/urjLTnHS42o/s72-c/DSC02350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-366283579184289962</id><published>2007-04-18T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:48:09.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New directions</title><content type='html'>When God wants to tell us something, sometimes He chooses to hit us over the head with that new revelation.  Burning bushes qualify, but so do timely sermons from our pastors.  At other times He chooses to reveal His plans gradually, giving us hints here and there, then allowing us to piece them together at a later time.  February 13th, a couple of weeks after I wrote my last blog post, I attended a revival service at College Church.  To be honest, I went there in part just to spend time with friends from church.  I enjoyed the message though.  The evangelist preached about God's perspective, how much it differs from our own, and how we should strive to align our will to His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, as I brushed my teeth and thought about the sermon, I started to see some hints that the Lord had been leaving for me.  Some were not subtle at all, such as my PhD advisor at UMKC leaving for Yale, which made me apply to medical school earlier than I thought I would have to, and then not being admitted into medical school.  Others were: realizing that I was spending 4 days out of the week at church; thinking about the joy I got from being involved in the music ministry at my church; finding that a passion was growing in me for teaching others about the transforming love of God.  I ended up talking with my father about this that same night, and we figured out that the Lord had something other than medical school for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I write this blog I am also thinking about the songs we're going to sing at the bible study tonight, about the lesson I will be giving to the teen group, and about the application for admission to the Nazarene Theological Seminary that is staring me in the face.  When we give our lives to the Lord, our whole lives, He leads us in such wonderful and unexpected directions.  I continue to pray for His direction because changing courses is always scary, but I know that His ways are perfect, that He will take care of me as I take this new direction in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-366283579184289962?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/366283579184289962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=366283579184289962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/366283579184289962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/366283579184289962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-directions.html' title='New directions'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-117035325461185185</id><published>2007-02-01T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:28:53.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What fruit am I producing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/590/3780/1600/534114/fruit%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/590/3780/320/215205/fruit%20tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:171.75pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Sam_2\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.wmz" title="MCj02957710000[1]"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few months now since I've updated. Whatever free time I had before has gone away now, so I will have to work harder to make time for writting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read Matthew 21, which includes two accounts about producing fruit that touched me. In the first, Jesus finds a fig tree which has not produced fruit, only leaves, and curses it so that it withers and dies. In the second, Jesus tells a parable of a landowner who plants a vineyard and leases it to tenants. Repeated attempts to collect his produce from the tenants end in failure, so that the landowner will of course throw those tenants out and get new ones who will give him the produce he expects from his land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading these passages challenged me greatly today. Although I have placed my plans for the future in the hands of the Lord, and although I believe that He will fulfill the desires of my heart, He has placed me where I am right now for a reason. If we are truly His disciples, there is no "down time", no time when we can "take it easy" from doing His will. He expects us to produce, to be fruitful wherever we are, whatever we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for an update on the worship ministry at Ministerios Hispanos Emanuel. We have continued to grow and mature, both musically and spiritually. One of the wonderful things about the group that started was everyone's desire to worship, not just play music, and that has not changed. I've switched back to playing trumpet, but I get to sing once in a while when they let me. Having someone like Christian (our worship leader), who has the Lord's anointing for this kind of ministry, is a blessing. It actually won't be long until we start to sing new songs, original worship songs, which we are composing and writing thanks to him as well. Now that is being fruitful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-117035325461185185?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/117035325461185185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=117035325461185185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/117035325461185185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/117035325461185185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-fruit-am-i-producing.html' title='What fruit am I producing?'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-116287917019405035</id><published>2006-11-06T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:59:30.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Restored</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been reading the Old Testament over the last few months, and one topic that keeps coming back is restoration.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The people of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; constantly disobey God, but each time they repent the Lord restores them.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s greatest kings, like David and Josiah, are not distinguished by perfection – they all failed and sinned at some point in their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;They are called righteous because they humbled themselves before God and asked Him to restore them and then changed their ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;For my cousin Josué, restoration came in his 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; hour, and it is only now, after more than two weeks of reflecting on those day’s events, that I can start to comprehend what a miracle God performed that day.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My cousin Josué was born with hemophilia, a disorder that prevents blood from clotting. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Growing up, any small bump or scrape had the potential to be fatal.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Dealing with the disease made him very mature for his age.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;By the age of 13 he had already committed his life to the Lord, had been baptized, and was involved in the church where my uncle pastored, teaching pre-school children about God.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;When he my uncle and aunt separated, Josué and my aunt moved from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Peru&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It was sometime later, when he was in his 20’s, that they discovered he had AIDS.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The plasma and blood transfusions that had kept him alive during his youth had also infected him with HIV.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It was during that time that he decided he did not want to have anything to do with God.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over the years, he started to reconnect with our extended family in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Peru&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and I believe that it was thanks to those encounters that the Lord started to soften his heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;When his liver and spleen started to fail a month ago, my uncle was able to visit him in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It was during the second visit, late at night on Sunday 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; of October, that my uncle was able to lead Josué back to the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Six hours later he entered into a coma, and Monday morning he died and went to be with the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We as a family had been praying for restoration in his life.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;We wanted him to be healed of AIDS and of hemophilia, but most of all to be restored in his relationship with Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Both things happened, even though the first was not in the way that we as humans wanted it to happen!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In his last few hours of life, through the love of my uncle, aunt, and family, and by the grace of God, he was restored.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;My uncle told Josué at one point that the Lord had shown him two possible outcomes for his situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Either Josué would be completely healed and become a living testament of the power of God, or he would be speaking face to face with his Savior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both outcomes depended on one thing though, that Josué give his life back to Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;That is truly a miracle, that Christ’s love reached past all of the tragedies Josué experienced in this life, past the disappointment and anger he had felt towards God. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Josué saw that in Jesus there was something greater, something he maybe could not understand, but something that he longed for.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;As I write this, he is restored, free of disease, free of the burdens of this world, and talking to God face to face.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. – (John 3:16)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality.  When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory." "Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?" – (1 Corinthians 15:53-55)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-116287917019405035?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/116287917019405035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=116287917019405035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/116287917019405035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/116287917019405035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2006/11/restored.html' title='Restored'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-116069038697718529</id><published>2006-10-12T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:59:47.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free health screenings</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I volunteered, along with the rest of my medical interpreting class, at a community health event at Bethany Community Center, which is in the middle of one of the large hispanic centers of Kansas City. At the event, free medical screenings were offered to check for glucose, cholesterol, skin cancer, and prostate cancer among other things. Our job was to be involved wherever we saw a need, but mainly to work as interpreters between the nurses/doctors volunteering and the non-english speaking patients. It was an eye opening experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was set to start at 10am, but by 9am there was already a line outside of 30+ people, and it grew until the doors were opened at 10am. Almost 100% of the people that attended were hispanic or latino, the majority brought their whole families (children, babies, uncles, grandparents) and a large percentage were probably not legal residents. During those 4 hours I carried food bags, took care of an information booth, interpreted, pointed people to where they needed to go, and spent time talking with some of the organizers. One lady from Mexico wanted to sign up for the free mammogram that could be done in a clinic around the area. However, she couldn't wait the 2 weeks that it would take because in one week she was going back to Mexico. An organizer explained to me that for many of those people, that day was going to provide the only contact with a doctor they would have for the whole year. Our teacher later told us that one of the nurses checking glucose levels came across 3 out-of-control diabetes cases in under 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screenings offered that day were a kind of basic need no one should be deprived of. In some cases, such as for people who had cancer or diabetes and did not know about it, the results of the check-ups were a matter of life and death. Who of us would stand in line for 2 hours just to know our blood pressures or glucose levels? The people that came that day were that desperate, that much in need. Most even ignored the free bags of groceries that were being given out - they just wanted to speak with a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible mentions that we as Christians should be kind and show hospitality towards resident aliens and visitors. However, as far as I know, it doesn't mention illegal aliens. This is an issue that my family now confronts every day, and the only thing we can do is to help everyone that comes through the church doors as much as we can without breaking the law ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-116069038697718529?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/116069038697718529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=116069038697718529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/116069038697718529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/116069038697718529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2006/10/free-health-screenings.html' title='Free health screenings'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-115946020517740084</id><published>2006-09-28T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T11:16:45.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paths...</title><content type='html'>I met someone at church last night from Honduras who's been in the US for 6 years. He came here to work, have a better life, and in the process he also became a stronger Christian. Mauricio plans to return to Honduras in December. One of my friends is preparing to go to Boston, to Harvard University for 2 months. She is also from Honduras, came to KC 5 years ago to get her PhD and has almost accomplished that goal. The Boston thing may be permanent or not, she will know after 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the book "Walking from East to West: God in the Shadows", by Ravi Zacharias. For those who have not heard of him, he is one of the world's best known and most respected Christian apologists. In the book he talks about his growing up in India, probably the world's most "spiritual" country in terms of the number of religions practiced there. Although he was the son of a powerful figure in the government, had tons of good friends, was good in sports, he found so little meaning in life that he tried to commit suicide. In the hospital, still weak from the poison he took, God talked to him through one verse, John 14:19: "Because I live, you also will live." In this verse he found the meaning he had been looking for, and he committed his life to the Lord in such a way that he traveled around India preaching, then to Canada, to Vietnam during the war, Cambodia, and now throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty is built into our lives, and as scientists are finding out, it is even built into the laws that govern our universe. Through these people and others, through the book, God is reminding me that it is only by trusting in Him that we can have confidence in our futures. My two friends may not know exactly where they will be in 2 months, but they have placed their trust in the Lord. Ravi Zacharias didn't know he would one day be addressing the leaders of the world at the United Nations, but he placed his trust in the Lord to lead his life, and that's where he ended up. The Lord asks us to surrender ALL our lives to Him, and then He will be able to direct our paths (Proverbs 3:6).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-115946020517740084?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/115946020517740084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=115946020517740084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115946020517740084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115946020517740084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2006/09/paths_28.html' title='Paths...'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-115860499377718519</id><published>2006-09-18T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T13:44:19.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An opportunity to worship God 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/3780/1600/Worship%20team%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/3780/320/Worship%20team%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/3780/1600/Worship%20team%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/3780/320/Worship%20team%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time of worship last night was wonderful for those of us in the praise team. From the beginning, we all felt that God's presence was with us. Many of the people in the congregation later came up to encourage us and thank us for our ministry. We weren't sure if they were going to like all of our songs (have you ever sang "Lord I Lift Your Name on High" with a salsa rhythm?), but they received all of them well. The pics above show almost everybody - the only person missing is our drummer, who is hidden by the singers. The young people playing the congas, electric guitar and recorder flute are all under the age of 16, but already eager to learn music and full of potential. For those of you who know my brother, Esteban, he is on the second picture in the middle, playing the electric bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/3780/1600/Worship%20team%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/3780/320/Worship%20team%2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows Cristian (our worship leader) on the keyboard, me playing the guitar, and Giovanni Monterroso (our worship minister) singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-115860499377718519?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/115860499377718519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=115860499377718519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115860499377718519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115860499377718519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2006/09/opportunity-to-worship-god-2.html' title='An opportunity to worship God 2'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-115833783089232978</id><published>2006-09-15T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:30:30.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An opportunity to worship God</title><content type='html'>This Sunday, the Hispanic Ministries Emmanuel worship team has been given a wonderful opportunity to minister to the larger congregation of Olathe College Church.  We will be leading the worship time in the afternoon service, singing four songs in both english and spanish.  All of us in the group are excited about this, since it is a measure of how our ministry is growing and a testament to how much the Lord has helped us so far.  So, if you remember us this Sunday as you go to your congregations, pray that God's presence will be with us during that time.  We don't want to be performers on Sunday, we want to be worshipers of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll try to have a few pictures up of my immediate family and my church family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-115833783089232978?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/115833783089232978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=115833783089232978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115833783089232978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115833783089232978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2006/09/opportunity-to-worship-god.html' title='An opportunity to worship God'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-115813823819980182</id><published>2006-09-13T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T04:03:58.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For my St. Paul's friends, an update on my life...</title><content type='html'>Since going to Michigan to study in 1999 a lot has changed in my life, but a lot has also stayed the same. I have been back in KC for 3 years now since graduating in 2003. Thankfully my parents don't mind me living in their house. All they ask is that I cook once in a while - Chinese and Italian dishes are my forte. I'm also still a student and still in church. As for the changes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation I did volunteer work in a research lab for a year, then started work towards a PhD in Pharmaceutical Sciences at UMKC. The classes were stimulating and the research work interesting, but I soon found that research was not my calling. It happened that a year ago my advisor informed me and the other students in the lab that she would be leaving for another university. I decided then to try to apply to medical schools, which is the career that I have always felt God leading me to. I had two interviews, but no acceptance letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will backtrack a little bit to talk about my spiritual journey through this time. My four years at Michigan exposed my faith in God, and found it to be much weaker than I had thought it to be.  By the time I graduated I had almost convinced myself that I was an agnostic. God wouldn't leave me alone though. My first re-encounter with Him was at Peru in the summer of 2003. In a Wednesday meeting at my uncle's church, during the worship time, God shook me and told me, "Don't forget, I'm real." This experience left an deep impression in my life, but it did not convince me immediately to devote my life back to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in KC, I attended Olathe College Church with my parents, then in late 2004 my father was asked to lead the hispanic group of the church, to be a pastor again. For a year, as the number of people grew from 10 or so to 40 members, I didn't attend their services. I continued attending the main english services though, and through the sermons of Pastor JK Warrick, God slowly worked on my heart. At home as well, my parents talked with joy about the things that were happening in the hispanic group, how people were being restored, children being healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turning point for me came when 7 members of the hispanic group were baptized in front of the entire Olathe College Church congregation. I taped that wonderful occassion for my parents, and they asked me to come to the hispanic service to show the tape to that congregation. It just happened that that Sunday was also the first Sunday Manuel Marquez would be leading the music for the hispanic group. He played the keyboard, someone else the bass and someone else the drums - there was nothing fancy about the set-up. However, when someone that has been called by God and blessed with musical talent leads worship, wonderful things happen. I have no recollection of what we sung, but the Lord touched me again through music, and this time I felt Him calling me to join Manuel up on the stage. In two more Sundays I was up there playing the trumpet. This happened about a year ago (late 2005).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my medical school story. This summer, the news that I wasn't accepted hurt a lot. Dissappointment and failure are a part of life, and we are not immune to these things. However, the spiritual journey I described above also continued during this time. God was calling me not to just play the trumpet in church (as I had done in St Paul's), but to be a true worshiper of God. This meant giving my whole life over to Him, my future career, my future ministries, my future relationships. Over and over Jeremiah 29:11 comes to mind, and this verse continues to give me strength for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am taking classes at Johnson County Community College so that I can work as a medical interpreter at hospitals. Medical school is still my goal, but I will be patient and wait on the Lord as to when the right time will be to apply. As for my involvement in church, I am helping with Sunday School, helping to organize activities for our small youth group, and helping the worship team. Manuel had to leave us earlier this year, but someone else came a month ago to fill his place at the keyboard and as worship leader. Cristian Cardona is only 19, a freshman at MidAmerica, but with the same anointing and talent as Manuel. Now I am playing the acoustic guitar (yeah, you heard me right), my brother Esteban (yes, that Esteban!) is playing the electric bass, a high school freshman is playing the electric guitar, a high school junior the drums, and a  junior higher the congas. All from the hispanic group, all with the desire to truly worship the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is a little bit of what has been happening in my life these last 7 years. For all of you former St. Paul's people that may read this, I think of you often. I rejoice in what I hear (through my parents mostly) about you, how God is working in your lives in one way or the other. Know that I will be praying for each of you more frequently now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll also try to be in contact with at least some of you more often. One of the posts in Scott W's Blog talks about the church and community, what happens when the doors close. St. Paul's youth group left a deep impression in my heart, and that is a community that I have missed in many ways. It's doors never really closed though, and the fact that many of you continue to keep in touch is a testament to this. God bless all of you, and as you continue your journeys through life, always remember Jeremiah 29:11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-115813823819980182?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/115813823819980182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=115813823819980182' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115813823819980182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115813823819980182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-my-st-pauls-friends-update-on-my.html' title='For my St. Paul&apos;s friends, an update on my life...'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-115812454409578661</id><published>2006-09-13T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T02:30:58.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last trip to ARVO</title><content type='html'>A picture of me in front of the Atlantic Ocean in the Florida Keys. I had the opportunity to travel to Ft. Lauderdale for an annual scientific convention (the Assoc. for Research in Vision and Ophthalmology) meeting on May 2006. On our last day two friends and I decided to take a day trip to the keys - we drove there and back to Ft. Lauderdale in about 12hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/3780/1600/Sam_ocean%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/3780/320/Sam_ocean%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34315453-115812454409578661?l=saparici.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/feeds/115812454409578661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34315453&amp;postID=115812454409578661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115812454409578661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34315453/posts/default/115812454409578661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saparici.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-trip-to-arvo.html' title='Last trip to ARVO'/><author><name>Samuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344292776434554773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15751647741721645637'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34315453.post-115812358164334938</id><published>2006-09-12T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:59:41.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Maecenas ornare. Maecenas rhoncus elementum felis. Ut dignissim. Cras varius tristique diam. Cras et turpis porttitor tellus egestas tincidunt. Nunc ac ante. Aenean tortor dolor, lobortis ut, placerat sit amet, suscipit id, mauris. Etiam at orci. In enim. Proin dui. Cras sit amet purus quis ante viverra convallis. Ut fringilla tristique tellus. In in tortor. Nullam mattis. Donec sapien. 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