<?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-35611666</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:28:16.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Anthony Acevedo</title><subtitle type='html'>Join Anthony as he discovers the mysteries of the universe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-6455595644182112546</id><published>2008-03-02T20:16:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:30:12.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some cool things I've seen pretty recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R8t9toZCJJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8Q66SSFbmXI/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R8t9toZCJJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8Q66SSFbmXI/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173366819855148178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R8t9f4ZCJII/AAAAAAAAAVE/IYMc41PLnuY/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R8t9f4ZCJII/AAAAAAAAAVE/IYMc41PLnuY/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173366583631946882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bald Eagles are nesting, I've been seeing so many here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R8t8LYZCJGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FtoB0scLfBk/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R8t8LYZCJGI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FtoB0scLfBk/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173365131933000802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R8t8CIZCJFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/jx1OE33ViTI/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R8t8CIZCJFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/jx1OE33ViTI/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173364973019210834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-6455595644182112546?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6455595644182112546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=6455595644182112546' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/6455595644182112546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/6455595644182112546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-are-some-cool-things-ive-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R8t9toZCJJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8Q66SSFbmXI/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-5714497501951610822</id><published>2007-12-30T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:58:26.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Time, in the Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R4hWBP_6eBI/AAAAAAAAASc/VEIwIzkdgLg/s1600-h/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R4hWBP_6eBI/AAAAAAAAASc/VEIwIzkdgLg/s320/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154464352999995410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we saw the beautiful snow on the mountains &lt;br /&gt;and decided we had to go up there and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hvy__6d8I/AAAAAAAAARs/0BFsDJ-E0WU/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hvy__6d8I/AAAAAAAAARs/0BFsDJ-E0WU/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149989095861811138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hu6P_6d7I/AAAAAAAAARk/6dZ4Uq3auto/s1600-h/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hu6P_6d7I/AAAAAAAAARk/6dZ4Uq3auto/s320/IMG_0063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149988120904234930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hxb__6d9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/IcCnL2Ue55o/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hxb__6d9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/IcCnL2Ue55o/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149990899748075474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hxvf_6d-I/AAAAAAAAASE/-YPR9CRaNt4/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hxvf_6d-I/AAAAAAAAASE/-YPR9CRaNt4/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149991234755524578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lacked skis and snowboards so we decided to&lt;br /&gt;roll down, down, down (that little speck is Noah,&lt;br /&gt;after rolling down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hybf_6d_I/AAAAAAAAASM/6Ac0b-qgtUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hybf_6d_I/AAAAAAAAASM/6Ac0b-qgtUQ/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149991990669768690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hzI__6eAI/AAAAAAAAASU/WUNWakrfREA/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R3hzI__6eAI/AAAAAAAAASU/WUNWakrfREA/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149992772353816578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day we accomplished what we &lt;br /&gt;needed to accomplish, which was "play"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-5714497501951610822?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5714497501951610822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=5714497501951610822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/5714497501951610822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/5714497501951610822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/12/play-time-in-mountains_30.html' title='Play Time, in the Mountains'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R4hWBP_6eBI/AAAAAAAAASc/VEIwIzkdgLg/s72-c/IMG_0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-3847402796215704829</id><published>2007-11-27T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:35:59.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh Victoria,Victoria"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R1T9zMiLj7I/AAAAAAAAARE/JySw8TDpGdo/s1600-h/Blogspot_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R1T9zMiLj7I/AAAAAAAAARE/JySw8TDpGdo/s320/Blogspot_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140012130716323762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05sHtO270I/AAAAAAAAAQU/kA-j4jo2zLA/s1600-h/Blogspot_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.photo.gifbp0.blogger.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05sHtO270I/AAAAAAAAAQU/kA-j4jo2zLA/s320/Blogspot_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138163104533114690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first major outreach happened this past weekend.  For four days we were in Victoria on Vancouver Island, helping with Bruce Friessen's Church "Lion of Judah".  The interns split up doing many different things.  Some went to help at Heather Clarke's conference, while others helped at innercity ministries, and others help Bruce's son paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05oXtO27yI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YQHI7opUErA/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05oXtO27yI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YQHI7opUErA/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138158981364510498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R0yYqdO27tI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZWjduuv0ZeA/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R0yYqdO27tI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZWjduuv0ZeA/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137649130091769554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05pedO27zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1lQ0OScXT5I/s1600-h/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05pedO27zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1lQ0OScXT5I/s320/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138160196840255282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our first ministry day we went to "Extreme Outreach" this ministry buses kids who live in troubled neighborhoods to church once a week to play games, sing songs, eat food and to be loved. The couple running the program wanted us to minister prophetically to these kids.  This was a challenge for us, but very fun.  Kids have no attention span so whatever we were hearing from God we had to say it in a way that they could understand.  Most of what we got for them was simple, yet profoundly true.  Later I realized that I needed to draw these kids pictures of what God wanted them to know on paper, so I did. They loved it.  Afterward we found out that they were comparing pictures with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05sV9O271I/AAAAAAAAAQc/FNBNdLabjRA/s1600-h/IMG_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05sV9O271I/AAAAAAAAAQc/FNBNdLabjRA/s320/IMG_0232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138163349346250578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R1T9fsiLj6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sh0lTHe-aEA/s1600-h/IMG_0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R1T9fsiLj6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sh0lTHe-aEA/s320/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140011795708874658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the time we ministered at Lion of Judah hung out at Bill Steepers house (President of Streams Canada, an amazing man) and on Monday visited downtown Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05s3NO272I/AAAAAAAAAQk/HA9KLTK6m_E/s1600-h/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05s3NO272I/AAAAAAAAAQk/HA9KLTK6m_E/s320/IMG_0246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138163920576900962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angela this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05tHNO273I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xV1wQQjp7VI/s1600-h/IMG_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R05tHNO273I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xV1wQQjp7VI/s320/IMG_0247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138164195454807922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R1T8xsiLj5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/apF42u59oJo/s1600-h/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R1T8xsiLj5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/apF42u59oJo/s320/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140011005434892178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The locals were very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-3847402796215704829?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3847402796215704829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=3847402796215704829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3847402796215704829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3847402796215704829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-victoriavictoria.html' title='&quot;Oh Victoria,Victoria&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/R1T9zMiLj7I/AAAAAAAAARE/JySw8TDpGdo/s72-c/Blogspot_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-3417835687784120099</id><published>2007-11-07T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:41:28.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RzJZT2xjbbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ULnKlyDL9Ow/s1600-h/Bspot_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RzJZT2xjbbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ULnKlyDL9Ow/s400/Bspot_8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130261123184160178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Thomas an amazing man of God from the Metrowest Bridge flew all the way over here to minister to the interns and to teach the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;102: Advance Prophetic Ministry&lt;/span&gt;.  Wednesday night John shared great wisdom with us.  As we all crammed in the "Blue House"(girls house) living room, one of the things he said was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear and Faith are the same thing, the only difference is fear believes the negative to happen,but faith believes the positive to happen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,"Anything you do that does not come out of Love is sin." these words pack a punch and hit home in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RzJZo2xjbcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gaiYy2K1yCg/s1600-h/n783930440_1561007_8693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RzJZo2xjbcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gaiYy2K1yCg/s200/n783930440_1561007_8693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130261483961413058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He brought a presence with him that touched us deeply.  After John prayed for us all.  His way of ministering is unique, not saying much, he touches us and basically the Holy Spirit does whatever.  God came with much laughter for the rest of the night, we were filled with joy rolling on the ground. Which many people needed. It brought freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the weekend John taught the 102 at a hotel conference room to us interns as well as those outside the internship. For over twenty hours of teaching in one weekend we learned the 102:Advanced Prophetic Ministry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RzJZ82xjbdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/J5QpcAl3NbQ/s1600-h/n783930440_1560999_6066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RzJZ82xjbdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/J5QpcAl3NbQ/s200/n783930440_1560999_6066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130261827558796754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This course does a great job of teaching with scripture about prophecy and revelatory gifts, imparting spiritual understanding, and exercises to practice these gifts.  All this to help improve you and how you minister to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I became very holy after the 102.  But then I realize humility is part of being holy I'm not there yet.  Thank God that He is Holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks John Thomas for blessing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RzJaJmxjbeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ym79HPUCaf8/s1600-h/n783930440_1561009_9296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RzJaJmxjbeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ym79HPUCaf8/s200/n783930440_1561009_9296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130262046602128866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;David Carpentier having a religious experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographs by Sharayah Quinn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-3417835687784120099?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3417835687784120099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=3417835687784120099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3417835687784120099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3417835687784120099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/11/john-thomas.html' title='John Thomas'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RzJZT2xjbbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ULnKlyDL9Ow/s72-c/Bspot_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-3384348146825788671</id><published>2007-10-11T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:34:27.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aslan is on the Move"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEL01a4dNI/AAAAAAAAANw/G4ZzeLSE734/s1600-h/Blogspot9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEL01a4dNI/AAAAAAAAANw/G4ZzeLSE734/s320/Blogspot9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120887253617898706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October 8th Canadian Thanksgiving or Columbus day for Americans.  Most of the Canadians went home leaving the Americans and English (and a Swedish girl) home to fend for ourselves.  But to the amazing grace of a few Canadians we had an excellent celebration.  For those of you who don't know how a typical Canadian Thanksgiving goes its quite similar to the American way, turkey, mash potatoes, stuffing and pumpkin pie.  Its just two months earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxETD1a4dOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qGfBh3tdcYo/s1600-h/100_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxETD1a4dOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qGfBh3tdcYo/s200/100_1452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120895207897330914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday, we did our ISD (Institue for Spiritual Development) prophetic exercise at the mall. In groups at the food court we would observe people, hear what God is doing in that person's life and then compare what we heard within our group.  Many times we heard the same thing.  Next we would pray for them NOT approaching them but praying for them within our group. I love how a complete stranger is completely being pursued by God and that God is constantly speaking to them and we can ask the Holy Spirit what He's telling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEToVa4dPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nnXkXSD0oXY/s1600-h/100_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEToVa4dPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nnXkXSD0oXY/s200/100_1458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120895834962556146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before going to the mall we stopped at three different churches either sitting in the car or literally touching the building to pray blessing over the church.  After we prayed over this one Pentecostal church there was a hawk circling directly over the building as we started leaving. A sign of prophetic insight or in this case higher levels, or maybe there was just a juicy rat it was salivating over. We found out that their Senior pastor was leaving and they were celebrating their 65th anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things here are moving a little differently now.  Everyone is back from the holidays and now "Aslan is on the move".  Everyone feels a shift in the atmosphere because God is doing a new thing.  Exactly what, I do not know.  But whatever He does I welcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEYsFa4dQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fI-F2W_hv_8/s1600-h/100_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEYsFa4dQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fI-F2W_hv_8/s320/100_1469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120901396945204482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one and only Claire Tatton (England) running the Streams Canada booth at the Unite Conference in Burnaby, BC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEZXFa4dSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aY74nd9UqSU/s1600-h/100_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEZXFa4dSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aY74nd9UqSU/s320/100_1463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120902135679579426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh Hoffert (California) wearing official onion cutting glasses, proper protection for your onion cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEZCVa4dRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/96_IGCCLMGY/s1600-h/100_1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEZCVa4dRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/96_IGCCLMGY/s320/100_1451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120901779197293842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ronny Bekdashe (Edmonton, Alberta) is also wearing proper protection for power washing the girls house.  Here at Streams Canada Internship, we are equipping men and women to reach there destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-3384348146825788671?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3384348146825788671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=3384348146825788671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3384348146825788671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3384348146825788671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/10/aslan-is-on-move.html' title='&quot;Aslan is on the Move&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RxEL01a4dNI/AAAAAAAAANw/G4ZzeLSE734/s72-c/Blogspot9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-4255402567500386818</id><published>2007-10-01T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:21:02.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Samuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RwF4is0ey_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/V1ARctkoAjE/s1600-h/blogspot5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RwF4is0ey_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/V1ARctkoAjE/s320/blogspot5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116503189211761650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend we went to "Worship Invasion" an intense worship event that travels to different churches around Abbotsford.  There I have never felt such freedom during worship, we were all dancing and singing all together. It was great seeing all the interns moving as one.  Sunday nite we saw Graham Ord at church in Surrey. Graham is an amazing worship artist from the UK who lives in Kelowna, Canada.  He would grab people out of the crowed who played instruments to perform.  One man in the audience got on stage and started playing the the harmonica.  It was awesome.  Graham would give the microphone to people and walk away, He recognized that the worship was not his own, it wasn't about him at all.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RwF5bs0ezCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-G4W--WTt_Q/s1600-h/100_1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RwF5bs0ezCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/-G4W--WTt_Q/s200/100_1435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116504168464305186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But overall we have been trucking along with ISD classes, impartations, prayer, counseling, work, etc.  I'm impressed with everyone.  Today we had Spiritual Alignment, we did an excecise where we would look into everyones eyes individually for about a minute without saying anything. Since the eyes are the gateway to the soul we would look deeper into them, seeing their destiny, hearing  what God is telling them.  Afterwards you feel like you know everyone better and your not afraid to make eye contact because you spent the last 30 minutes looking into everyones eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel left here Sunday back to Kenya and we will miss him dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RwGaQ80ezEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7CxJ-oFgUbc/s1600-h/100_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RwGaQ80ezEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7CxJ-oFgUbc/s320/100_1412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116540267664428098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric talking to us before we venture out to Stanley Park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-4255402567500386818?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4255402567500386818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=4255402567500386818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/4255402567500386818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/4255402567500386818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/10/farewell-samuel.html' title='Farewell Samuel'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RwF4is0ey_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/V1ARctkoAjE/s72-c/blogspot5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-5469541543607088164</id><published>2007-09-19T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:47:41.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Crow-Kay"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvG99uzScmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0hCBFFeUYtQ/s1600-h/blogspot_h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvG99uzScmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0hCBFFeUYtQ/s320/blogspot_h2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112075920275042914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The interns are now here.  They all trickled in on Saturday, from all over.  Many from Canada, then New Hampshire, California and Michigan.  These people blow me away, they are quite mature in their character, great &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvGzlezScgI/AAAAAAAAALE/_fI860lNM44/s1600-h/100_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvGzlezScgI/AAAAAAAAALE/_fI860lNM44/s200/100_1388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112064508546937346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;servants waiting at any moment to serve.  Not having a dishwasher in the guys house, I've been very impressed with how clean our kitchen has been. They are also quick to pray for anyone and worship.  Every morning around 6 am everyone is scattered around the house spending their time with Him. We already have had great worship time and great moments of laughter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the start of the 101: "The Art of Hearing God".  We also had the usual work around the offices and or houses and creative night, taught by Joni Cooper.  Another thing that I'm greatly excited about is that Samuel, a pastor and principle from Kenya is staying with us for twelve days.  He's staying in the leaders' room (my room) so we get to talk lots his &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvG0uOzSciI/AAAAAAAAALU/G-jSkhds5xc/s1600-h/100_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvG0uOzSciI/AAAAAAAAALU/G-jSkhds5xc/s200/100_1381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112065758382420514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;experiences.  Already we've asked many question about God moving in Africa and what its like there.  Everynight there, the Holy Spirit wakes him up to pray, because there's many spiritual darkness hightened at night.  Breaking through to heaven is harder in Africa because of so much witchcraft and negative spirituality.  The Lord will give Samuel dreams of someone about to get hurt, or in an accident.  His prayers will allow God to stop anyone from getting hurt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say Canada is a pretty cool place to be, where else can you say eh? after every question and say "paa-sta" instead of "pah-stah".  They also have Loonies and Toonies which are $1 and $2 coins, no need for any paper bills below $5.00 here.  But whats really crazy is that in Vancouver I have seen palm trees, yes, small short palm trees.  How often do you see palm trees in Canada"?.  I'll get a picture in for you guys next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our offical sport here in Streams Canada Internship is the gentlemen game of croquet.  The fad has grown rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvG17ezSckI/AAAAAAAAALk/m9euMJDkDSw/s1600-h/100_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvG17ezSckI/AAAAAAAAALk/m9euMJDkDSw/s320/100_1363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112067085527315010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvG4XuzSclI/AAAAAAAAALs/k0EUK6oTh0c/s1600-h/100_1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvG4XuzSclI/AAAAAAAAALs/k0EUK6oTh0c/s320/100_1357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112069769881875026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-5469541543607088164?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5469541543607088164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=5469541543607088164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/5469541543607088164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/5469541543607088164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/09/interns-are-now-here.html' title='&quot;Crow-Kay&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RvG99uzScmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0hCBFFeUYtQ/s72-c/blogspot_h2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-4192280382010985796</id><published>2007-09-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:56:22.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richmond?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudEZvIQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wncjqF-YMKs/s1600-h/100_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudEZvIQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wncjqF-YMKs/s320/100_1306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109127511213667778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudD6fIQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MuY9GoD6mWQ/s1600-h/100_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudD6fIQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MuY9GoD6mWQ/s200/100_1332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109126974342755762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyone I've been in Vancouver for over a week now.  Upon arrival we hugged everyone, happy seeing interns from last year again.  For a few days I felt very dissoriented being in a new country.  My first time ever leaving America. Richmond is where we live, a suburb of Vancouver.  Its a delta formed by the Fraser River, because of that we are six feet below sea level.  The rest of vancouver is hilly surrounded by huge mountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudDK_IQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tFO51Q7J_jU/s1600-h/100_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudDK_IQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tFO51Q7J_jU/s200/100_1327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109126158298969490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A factor that makes Vancouver feel like a far away country and not just Canada is because 90% of Richmond's population is Chinese.  After Hong Kong became an indendent from English rule many Chinese went to Vancouver.  Most of them are very wealthy.  All around they are tearing down most of the old houses here and making huge fancy houses in place of them.  Many of the shop signs are in English and Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudEuvIQ9dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3Wibzg8RpWs/s1600-h/100_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudEuvIQ9dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3Wibzg8RpWs/s320/100_1305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109127871990920658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have gone nonstop all week with training and setting up a ministry from the ground up.  I quite enjoy pioneering, though&lt;br /&gt; many times it is scary.  For half the day everyday we have teaching, planing and praying for the interns coming.  We look at a picture of them and pray for each and everyone.   The second half of the day we are working around the house from building, moving, maintinance and running errands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudDpfIQ9aI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CJJZcvb6smA/s1600-h/100_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudDpfIQ9aI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CJJZcvb6smA/s200/100_1335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109126682284979618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend I was finally able to go toward downtown Vancouver.  It is truly a beautiful place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-4192280382010985796?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4192280382010985796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=4192280382010985796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/4192280382010985796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/4192280382010985796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/09/richmond.html' title='Richmond?'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RudEZvIQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wncjqF-YMKs/s72-c/100_1306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-3289485264897540687</id><published>2007-09-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:09:06.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This land is your land, this land is my land"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtzQxrRomtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FoxB-ckNQO8/s1600-h/100_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtzQxrRomtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FoxB-ckNQO8/s320/100_0994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106185629380156114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started in Washington, DC on the first day driving 19 hours through severe thunderstorms in Iowa to stay at Noah's brother's house in Omaha, Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtzQRLRomsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HWVa4wv8eDw/s1600-h/100_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtzQRLRomsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HWVa4wv8eDw/s320/100_1107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106185071034407618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpS1bRomoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HxcuEmA6Plk/s1600-h/100_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpS1bRomoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HxcuEmA6Plk/s320/100_1130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105484205386144386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpSMrRomnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eZVoQ-dKeW4/s1600-h/100_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpSMrRomnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eZVoQ-dKeW4/s320/100_1118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105483505306475122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpR6rRommI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_x8haTvReOg/s1600-h/100_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpR6rRommI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_x8haTvReOg/s320/100_1174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105483196068829794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpRebRomlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gRgLk1nJW_4/s1600-h/100_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpRebRomlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/gRgLk1nJW_4/s320/100_1180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105482710737525330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpRBbRomkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OxI0VnaIvkQ/s1600-h/100_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpRBbRomkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OxI0VnaIvkQ/s320/100_1244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105482212521318978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day of rest we headed on toward our long trek towards Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day we struggled to get up, drove about 12 more hours, through Idaho,  Seattle traffic and through an hour and a half wait at the border.  We got our Visas in about thirty minutes and reached Canada about 11 o'clock Pacific time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-3289485264897540687?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3289485264897540687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=3289485264897540687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3289485264897540687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3289485264897540687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-land-is-your-land-this-land-is-my.html' title='&quot;This land is your land, this land is my land&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtzQxrRomtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FoxB-ckNQO8/s72-c/100_0994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-492877173377011289</id><published>2007-09-01T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:11:02.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Sailor Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpNxrRomhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BsA8c9n27MY/s1600-h/capt%27n-ohio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpNxrRomhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BsA8c9n27MY/s320/capt%27n-ohio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105478643403495954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpKHLRomgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FEGzbM3JXKs/s1600-h/capt%27n-nebraska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpKHLRomgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FEGzbM3JXKs/s320/capt%27n-nebraska.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105474614724172290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoNfrRomYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Q0Kyw24Yi34/s1600-h/100_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoNfrRomYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Q0Kyw24Yi34/s320/100_1191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105407965421672834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoNFbRomXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/V-QewRrBEAw/s1600-h/100_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoNFbRomXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/V-QewRrBEAw/s320/100_1240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105407514450106738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoN4bRomZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HxGq0x9s4YM/s1600-h/100_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoN4bRomZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HxGq0x9s4YM/s320/100_1252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105408390623435154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoMNrRomWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CfL_dXP-PfA/s1600-h/100_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoMNrRomWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CfL_dXP-PfA/s320/100_1262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105406556672399714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoLYLRomUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Amb37ilRzg/s1600-h/100_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtoLYLRomUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Amb37ilRzg/s320/100_1264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105405637549398338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-492877173377011289?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/492877173377011289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=492877173377011289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/492877173377011289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/492877173377011289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/09/adventures-of-sailor-man.html' title='Adventures of Sailor Man'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RtpNxrRomhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BsA8c9n27MY/s72-c/capt%27n-ohio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-653462121798167534</id><published>2007-06-25T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:57:45.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Beginend"</title><content type='html'>I am going to greatly miss New Hampshire, it has served me well.  The place where I would never expect to be I'm now leaving.  This week has been a dwindling effect of people.  Half of us are gone already.  Many in Mexico for a missions trip and others home.  I leave Friday, blessing and leaving my peace here. Thank You Streams Academy, New Hamsphire and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the many stories to look back on.  They're very abreviated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #1    &lt;br /&gt; Lidia, a homeless drunk woman who we encountered on the streets of Worscester was struggling with the Love flowing through us.  She hated and loved it.  Following us all day, she was drawn to us because she saw and felt something different about us.  God was moving.  She left with a Bible and hugged us in the midst of her grouchy drunken character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #2    &lt;br /&gt;A Jewish finacial broker who was practicing and experimenting with witchcraft encountered us at Salem in October.  From her perspective she "encountered these amazing young people (us) who were doing spiritual readings (personal prophecy) and dream interepretations." "I was so blown away of their love and ability to intereprete my dream, no one before was able to intereprete it. Hiding my reaction after leaving the tent, I went around the corner against the wall and started crying, it was powerful. I asked God to reveal Himself to me.  That night Jesus came to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #3     &lt;br /&gt;Rockport Outreach: Chad (Michigan) and Jamie (Alberta) went into a tarot shop and spoke words of life and destiny to the tarot reader, for an hour.  Then after they prayed over her. One of the things they prayed was that she would recieve God into her heart (spoken in more veil terms).  After walking by her I noticed her to be very free and bright.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #4&lt;br /&gt;Boston Outreach: Changing the atmoshere of Boston.  The city was Gods playground that weekend.  We talked and gave food to some great people who lacked a personal home.  Restored the streets (picked up random trash).  We saw the "Prince of Peace"(Jesus) literally calm the arguing and strong confrontation between Christians evangelists and Gay activists in the Boston Commons.  To the point were they were sitting right next each other, some even talking to each other without arguing.  We could talk to some of the activists about God without arguing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live Free or Die"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-653462121798167534?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/653462121798167534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=653462121798167534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/653462121798167534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/653462121798167534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/06/beginend.html' title='&quot;The Beginend&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-2062202431399880105</id><published>2007-06-12T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:25:36.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Babson, Babson" I Do Declare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnC0A2iu6eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/A3YDPcZzS9s/s1600-h/101_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnC0A2iu6eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/A3YDPcZzS9s/s320/101_0422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075754706780744162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We outreached in Bearskin Neck in Rockport, MA.  The story goes as told "Babson, Babson killed a bear, with his knife I do declare"  A bear trapped by the tide was suppossedly killed by John Babson.  RockPort felt a lot like Salem because there were lots of occultic shoppes.  Tarot Card readers, Magic shoppes etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnCxCWiu6aI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EFLa08bdhV0/s1600-h/101_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnCxCWiu6aI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EFLa08bdhV0/s320/101_0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075751434015664546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the Kingdom of Heaven showed up this rainy Saturday afternoon to Reign down on Rockport.  Chad (Michigan) and Jamie (Canada) talked and prophecied to one of the Tarot Readers for an hour.  Then twenty minutes prayed for her, she recieve the "Great White Light" (Jesus) in her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnCxaGiu6bI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7GTlK0X14Us/s1600-h/101_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnCxaGiu6bI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7GTlK0X14Us/s320/101_0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075751842037557682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Jewish girl who had Jesus appear to her in the form of King Arthur.  She being a flower was saved from a giant foot that was going to crush her and the kingdom of flowers.  So King Arthur slashed the giant foot with His sword and it deflated.  I told her that God is like your King, pray to Him as a King, ask for His help.  Never thinking God in that way she left &lt;br /&gt;with homework.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnCzeGiu6cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lH-Wx6a_-P0/s1600-h/101_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnCzeGiu6cI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lH-Wx6a_-P0/s320/101_0524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075754109780289986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also when to a church called "Eagle&amp;Dove ministries" runned by Donna Milham, she reminds me of an art teacher.  If an art teacher could be a pastor of a church this is what it would look like.  The church is in a old building shop, long and narrow inside with brick exposed walls.  Looking more like a coffee shop than a church.  No traditional symbols or anything churchy.  There were tribal drums being played, people dancing and doing artwork.  All this during worship, all this was worship. It was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnC0MGiu6fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JnzR1cvrwfc/s1600-h/101_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnC0MGiu6fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JnzR1cvrwfc/s320/101_0521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075754900054272498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was introduced to some unique friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-2062202431399880105?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2062202431399880105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=2062202431399880105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/2062202431399880105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/2062202431399880105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/06/babson-babson-i-do-declare.html' title='&quot;Babson, Babson&quot; I Do Declare'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RnC0A2iu6eI/AAAAAAAAAGA/A3YDPcZzS9s/s72-c/101_0422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-6926942199726071150</id><published>2007-06-08T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:23:54.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RmmqImiu6VI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TBe8K4OV4Gk/s1600-h/536185740_a9fd880ec9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RmmqImiu6VI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TBe8K4OV4Gk/s320/536185740_a9fd880ec9_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073773519971477842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So things are coming close to an end?  Transition and Unknowing is in the air.  All of us are wondering, preparing, planing, waiting and praying for whats coming up next.  Many are going to Pedras Negras, Mexico for a mission trip, others are planing to come back here in New England for next year, others many others are planing to go to Streams Canada in Vancouver in September.  I personally am planing to leave this country to our Northern Neighbors the Canadians (Vancouver).  "West coast baby!".  Never have I been outside this country, though Vancouver is only two ours north of Seattle its still great to be across the border (and on the West Coast).  Today im going to have a meeting with Eric and Joni Cooper (Head of Streams Canada) to get all information (passport, visa's, etc.).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are on an outreach.  Abbey (Detroit) will be leading us at Rockport, MA.  We will have set up tents a be ministering to the people out on the streets, seeing what God is speaking them. Pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Vancouver&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rmmq1miu6WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fybvl7sB-KY/s1600-h/536201582_5a8642e78c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rmmq1miu6WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fybvl7sB-KY/s400/536201582_5a8642e78c_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073774293065591138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RmmrV2iu6XI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OXoTVoCksGA/s1600-h/384587511_f06343e1db_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RmmrV2iu6XI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OXoTVoCksGA/s400/384587511_f06343e1db_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073774847116372338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-6926942199726071150?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6926942199726071150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=6926942199726071150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/6926942199726071150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/6926942199726071150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/06/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RmmqImiu6VI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TBe8K4OV4Gk/s72-c/536185740_a9fd880ec9_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-1391245124606929676</id><published>2007-05-23T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:52:25.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worcester "War stir"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RlUJup8YPBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5CYhHWeHvh0/s1600-h/101_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RlUJup8YPBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5CYhHWeHvh0/s320/101_0401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067967652813093906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I will be completely updated.  This past weekend, Half of us went to Maine and half went to Worcester, MA.  Going to Worcster it was overcast, rainy and as we past the numberous liquor stores, homeless people and bars I could feel the hopelessness in the air.  Right when we turned on the exit, I had a random dwelling in my mind about my future plans.  I was worring about my future.  I realized what God wanted to bring people of Worcester was Hope for a future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at this 122 year old "Pilgrim Congregational" Church.  Able to seat one thousand, was now a congregation of ten people.  The people we teamed with (The Woo Church) was sharing the building ( lots of extra space). The main sanctuary being all dusty yet beautiful is only used in funerals.  Dave (Mass.) and I had the unique and great experience of climbing inside the huge pipe organ.  This thing had ladders and two by four walk ways in it.  I came out with one hundred year old dust on me, but that didn't bother me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: we split in two group into two coffee shops. Interpreting dreams.  It was very hard to do dreams here.  My group had three people out of four hours being there. We had more effect just walking out on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RlUKdp8YPCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uEaqX4Pel8o/s1600-h/101_0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RlUKdp8YPCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uEaqX4Pel8o/s200/101_0390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067968460266945570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A homeless and drunk lady literally ran into Sharon (South Carolina) then started crying.  From then on she followed our group for the rest of the day.  She didn't know why she was drawn to us.  Brandon Crummer (Maui) would show love to her and tell her God loved her.  She would at one instant refuse with disgust then the next moment ask "why are you so nice?".  This woman was unfortunately prostituting herself in order to get alcohol. She would later come to The Woo's service.   I got to meet and sit with her while she was drunk, heckling the speaker.  She later couldn't take anymore church so Brandon and I walked her out.  Through her drunkeness she asked why we were so nice to her and huged us, walking away. She's going to be changed forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more encounters happend that day, that brought hope to people who need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-1391245124606929676?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1391245124606929676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=1391245124606929676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/1391245124606929676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/1391245124606929676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/05/worcester-war-stir.html' title='Worcester &quot;War stir&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RlUJup8YPBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5CYhHWeHvh0/s72-c/101_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-5971078029639623953</id><published>2007-05-20T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:59:10.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish music, Jewish Dancing and American Patriotism</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went to Boston for a Night to Bless Israel.  There we helped set up a night with Jewish music, Jewish Dancing, prayer and American Patriotism.  It was quite the experience.  The event was held in a decent size meeting room in the State house of Boston.  Huge massive banners, flags were hung at the front.  Many of the guys walked around with smaller banners that represented the twelve tribes of Israel.  After the music there were speakers talking about the importance of supporting Israel. A few pastors and a woman Rabbi spoke.  While this was going on, sitting by the window I could hear Palestinian protestors outside yelling "Free Palestine, Free Palestine".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing them yelling, my mind went to news images of rock throwing kids and suicide bombers. This unfortunately caused some fear.  Later I found out there were only two them. James (Michigan) and Brandon Crummer (Maui) had an encounter with them later that night.  Their purpose was to draw out hatred toward them, but unfortunately for them, Brandon and James apologized for a former response someone else did to them. This just got them more angry calling James and Brandon Satanists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day before we all walked around the city.  Boston is a beautiful city, I greatly enjoyed walking around talking to people from all walks of life; Homeless, Christian Preachers, Gays, etc. God was showing us to be atmosphere changers and boy did we;  Blessing, loving, cleaning.  The streets of Boston was different that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-5971078029639623953?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/5971078029639623953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/5971078029639623953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/05/jewish-music-jewish-dancing-and.html' title='Jewish music, Jewish Dancing and American Patriotism'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-8884121800597274088</id><published>2007-05-11T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:34:43.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkkkmEBTqvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jmwPE4Uj5SI/s1600-h/101_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkkkmEBTqvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jmwPE4Uj5SI/s320/101_0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064619492287687410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend we went to an outreach in Salem to a conference called "God: For People Who Hate Church".  This is one of the most unusual Christian Conferences that I have ever been to. The purpose of this event is to get us Christians more understanding of those who don't believe in Jesus Christ.  Pastor Phil Wyman who is an amazing man got a discussion panel of Atheists and another of Neo-Pagans (polytheist, nature worshipers, etc).  We practice the art of listening by asking them questions about what they believe, where they came from, why are they the way they are.  One witch after being a witch for a while actually worked for a Christian Book Distrubutor Co. for six years.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkkjwUBTqsI/AAAAAAAAADo/eNrpD51lDfM/s1600-h/54brochurefront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkkjwUBTqsI/AAAAAAAAADo/eNrpD51lDfM/s320/54brochurefront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064618568869718722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Two of the Athiest found it hard to believe that Jesus was raised from the dead. The Druid (pagan beliefs from Celtic times) use to be a practicing Jew. The other witch didnt know which witch was a witch, not really just had to say that.Two of the Neo-pagans were turned off by Chirstian's attempts of converting them.  Overall it was a very hard for me knowingthey have turned away from Daddy's heart. Hopefully this unusual practice of listening will soften and change there hearts back to Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three greatly distinct Christian speakers came, Tony Jones, Jim Henderson&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rkkj5EBTqtI/AAAAAAAAADw/2lYQ6HDP6B0/s1600-h/54brochurejay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rkkj5EBTqtI/AAAAAAAAADw/2lYQ6HDP6B0/s320/54brochurejay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064618719193574098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and Jay Bakker. Tony Jones was very brains oriented, Jim Henderson was very outside the box in his ways and Jay Bakker was very impactful.  Having Tatoos from head to toe he walks in grace and forgiveness after living a history of condemnation and unforgivenss. He is a great example and hope to those who've fallen away from church and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkklYkBTqwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7oN12y_1EfU/s1600-h/101_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkklYkBTqwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7oN12y_1EfU/s320/101_0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064620359871081218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anton changing the atmosphere of Salem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rkkl60BTqxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KhJx1XHA69I/s1600-h/101_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rkkl60BTqxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KhJx1XHA69I/s320/101_0364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064620948281600786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jay Bakker spoke at this cool Baptist church.(the first American missionary was sent out of this church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkkmN0BTqzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/d5S96Ci7MDE/s1600-h/101_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkkmN0BTqzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/d5S96Ci7MDE/s320/101_0372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064621274699115314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know how this guy got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkkmIkBTqyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AQB495t9A6o/s1600-h/101_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkkmIkBTqyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AQB495t9A6o/s320/101_0366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064621184504802082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dustin (Canada) hiding in a hole beside the church. He claims he saw a family of squirrels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-8884121800597274088?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8884121800597274088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=8884121800597274088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/8884121800597274088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/8884121800597274088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-weekend-we-went-to-outreach-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RkkkmEBTqvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jmwPE4Uj5SI/s72-c/101_0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-6906139040663309533</id><published>2007-04-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:54:48.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porsche 911</title><content type='html'>Our first mission for us Kings occurred this weekend. Half of the "troops" went to University of Connecticut ministering prophetically and interpreting dreams.  This one girl had quite a literal dream, being in a cathedral looking at huge stain class windows, God comes out of a stain glass, puts HIS arms around shaking her saying "do you believe me now?" I don't think you can get more clearer than that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other company went to Natick Mass. to a healing conference.  A traveling minister gifted in miraculous healing came to minister to the MetroWest Bridge Church.  First night he healed people in the congregation.  One lady had her deaf left ear mostly healed.  A man's hurt knee was strengthen and many others.  The last day we went praying for people on the streets.  First we went straight to the Emergency room.  Three baseball players had injuries that we prayed for.  At the mall we prayed for this amazing woman at the parking lot who had a limp, when done she walked totally fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though these healings may sound amazing, I wanted more.  Hearing what Jesus did and hearing stories that are going on now, especially in other countries, in comparision I was disappointed.  There is more.  Don't get me wrong I'm glad for what happened, but if you drive a Porsche 911 and only take turns and accelerate slowly.  You'll never get the fullness out of it.  I know my God is more capable and more extraodinary.  I believe in His greater potential. The question is am I ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Ri1wlnlxx5I/AAAAAAAAADg/AsZHs0xRw6w/s1600-h/101_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Ri1wlnlxx5I/AAAAAAAAADg/AsZHs0xRw6w/s400/101_0298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056821748191840146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's warm and I'm glad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-6906139040663309533?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6906139040663309533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=6906139040663309533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/6906139040663309533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/6906139040663309533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/04/porsche-911.html' title='Porsche 911'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Ri1wlnlxx5I/AAAAAAAAADg/AsZHs0xRw6w/s72-c/101_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-4733384584412296181</id><published>2007-04-13T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:18:08.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring, When Kings go out to Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rh-s2IGOFhI/AAAAAAAAADY/6_pvBX6yllI/s1600-h/000_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rh-s2IGOFhI/AAAAAAAAADY/6_pvBX6yllI/s400/000_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052947352819471890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now is the start of Spring Trimester, Its the last time to be a student here.  After this there are many possiblilities that I could do: &lt;br /&gt;Help out with staffing here next year.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Vancouver, Canada to help start Streams Academy there.&lt;br /&gt;Or even help out with Streams in Europe, if they need help.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my options are finally narrowing down, before that list was huge with all sorts of possibilities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trimester I'm very excited.  Already four days into it, I feel a difference. The group seems closer now.  I'm interacting more with people that I usually don't spend much time with here.  We are more cheerful and happy.  After going through the crushing processes of a Prophet (theme of the winter) we are now rising like Kings (theme of the spring) as Spring springs forth.  Happy Kings at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now in charge, preparing everything from the logistics to the ministry of outreaches we go on.  This is a big deal.  We are no longer going on for the ride, we are creating the ride.  During the week our groups prepare for the outreach, but we also are going to take the 104 which focuses on tearing down strongholds in our life.  A video series we'll be watching called "The Truth Project" focuses what God intended for all aspects from Art, Philosophy, Politics, everything.  Its a "Focus on the Family production" but it actually is pretty well done. We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-4733384584412296181?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4733384584412296181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=4733384584412296181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/4733384584412296181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/4733384584412296181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-when-kings-go-out-to-fight.html' title='Spring, When Kings go out to Fight'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rh-s2IGOFhI/AAAAAAAAADY/6_pvBX6yllI/s72-c/000_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-5671328868084703799</id><published>2007-03-27T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:59:17.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing the "Jim Bay"</title><content type='html'>Well, we ended up not going to Woonsocket.  Instead had a good long break and a night at the church for worship.  I haven't had intense worship like that in a long time.  The youth there were at first were timid, standing with there hands in their pockets. Towards the end many of the youth getting more into it, with outstretched arms, I wish I got a picture, they were literally reaching out to "Daddy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past friday we had a day of fasting, food and fasting spoken words (a day of silence).  Leading up to the terrifying moments of fasting, Jamie (Alberta, Canada), Chad (Michigan) and others were screaming at the top of their lungs, in order to let it all out before it was time.  Then the time came.  It was hilarious watching everyone waving their hands in weird gestures trying to communicate what originally would be spoken.  We also had a trusty pad of paper and pen nearby to communicate with more ease.  It was interesting having silence for that long.  Me, being one who doesn't speak much thought it frustrating not being able to talk. As the time came near and finished, a loud triumphant sound rose from the Yellow House.  We talked, ate and were marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we had a conference for Intercessors.  Specifically for intercessors who have been badly beaten by leadership.  Saturday was a day for them.  We served them food and had amazing worship.  Virginia Sullivent an amazing prophetic worship leader lead worship.  I had the honor to play with her, playing the Djembe (sounds like "jim bay").  It was amazing.  People got up on stage to dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-5671328868084703799?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5671328868084703799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=5671328868084703799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/5671328868084703799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/5671328868084703799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/03/playing-jim-bay.html' title='Playing the &quot;Jim Bay&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-3284877766122867700</id><published>2007-03-16T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:28:47.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woonsocket</title><content type='html'>Spring is here wait, Never mind it's now snowing again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed a change in the atmosphere here.  With the combination of Day Light savings time and a few days of warm weather everybody's mood changes.   The first day of warm weather we had a snowball fight in 60 degree (Fahrenheit) weather. The sun being up an hour longer we could finally play outside after dinner.  First the Canadian interns and the American interns had a "battle de la snowball", the Canadians claim they won but i beg to differ.  Afterwards many of the guys merged turning there aim towards the girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting how the natural seasons coincide with what God takes us through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are suppose to go to a town in Rhode Island called, Woonsocket.  In the past Woonsocket was strong in milling before the industry moved south leaving the town dry.  The church there is starving for a great awakening, so this weekend John Thomas (MetroWest Church), and others are going down to speak at one of the churches to stir up the town spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it snowing like crazy right now we'll see if we interns can go down and join them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for Woonsocket, RI. for freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-3284877766122867700?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3284877766122867700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=3284877766122867700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3284877766122867700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/3284877766122867700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/03/woonsocket.html' title='Woonsocket'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-7753604569266207143</id><published>2007-03-06T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:34:27.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Horay for Catholics"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re472v6V9jI/AAAAAAAAACc/BfHY-jxEckk/s1600-h/000_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re472v6V9jI/AAAAAAAAACc/BfHY-jxEckk/s320/000_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039030844834313778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend had pushed me more into leadership. Not only was I van Captain, I was dream team leader for the whole weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making our first stop to my favorite place, the Olive Branch Bookstore.  This bookstore use to be a house but's now a bookstore.  It has an entire room filled just with different bibles.  There's a Hebrew to English Bible that I want.  At this bookstore John Thomas (pastor of MetroWest Bridge) had a short dream interpratation seminar for anyone then after people would come to our dream teams (which I lead) to get a dream interprated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman who was Catholic "horay for Catholics" was free from demonic oppression through a dream God gave her.  In the dream she was running through this big house where this creepy man was stocking her.  After going through many different rooms, she was led to her childhood home were it ended with her walking up "Liberty Street".  Ha!  The next day in mass there was a Bible verse recited about Peter being free from prison, right away she felt like someone took an invisible jersey off of her. She felt much lighter and Peace filled her.  It was pretty self explainitory, Jesus fought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re48Q_6V9kI/AAAAAAAAACk/-lIjetm69pM/s1600-h/000_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re48Q_6V9kI/AAAAAAAAACk/-lIjetm69pM/s320/000_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039031295805879874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging around later that day, Analee (Mass.) comes up to me and says "do you feel adventurous". I say sure.  There was a guy who worked at the CVS (pharmacy) who had a dream bothering him.  He was working so we walked over.  Six of us ended up going.  So in the middle of isle three, Annalee, Ali (Connecticut), and Brandon Crummer (Hawaii/Wyoming) interprated this mans dream during his five minute break. While waiting at the end of isle three, Anton (New York) and Me were talking to Jill (Olive Branch employee) she had a wrist brace on.  Anton asked her about it.  From gymnastics, she had a tendon catching her bone everytime she would move her wrist. So as Anton is best known for, asks to pray for her wrist. Anton says to her that in God's Kingdom there's no injuries, so as a believer in God, God will heal her wrist back to normal. We layed hands on her wrist and said "Be Healed" etc.  Basically by the time we were done, Jill was freaked out, which is a good sign because her wrist didn't catch anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went ot Annalee's house to have an awesome dinner, country fried steak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re48y_6V9lI/AAAAAAAAACs/-dSUsQ3X2mI/s1600-h/000_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re48y_6V9lI/AAAAAAAAACs/-dSUsQ3X2mI/s200/000_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039031879921432146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around seven we headed over to MetroWest Bridge to minister to the Youth.  It was a charasmatic and intense ministering by the Holy Spirit.  People shaking, waving flags, bent in weird positions, people crying and people laughing. Some of the youth was freaked out in the begining, laughing at the weirdness that was going on.  The Kingdom of God is weird, but by the end of the night ones who were weirded out were joining in, waving flags around and recieving prayer. The Joy of God was on some of the youth for an hour.  They laughed straight for an hour, not kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in a Lutheran Church I never experienced such weirdness. Over the years I was gently exposed to the many ways God moves including the weird and bizzare. Im now am okay with however He decides to show Himself whether its tame or wild. If its Him I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we ministered some more, with dream teams and helped at the church during service.  We finished the day with pizza.  But the weekend was not over for a select few.  Me including three people were selected for a special mission later Sunday night.  We drove to Dave"s Carpentiers (Mass.) house to help Peter Carpentier, his dad with a youth night at the house.  Peter is a retired Navy pilot who has a heart to minister to the youth.  That night God touched a girl who goes to a Unitarian Church, revealing Himself creating gold dust on her, yes gold dust (God does that), her toes were also tingling as we prayed for her and spoke prophetically over her.  Her brother who came use to be Buddist.  Jesus was blessing and growing both of them together, it was beautiful.  Peter was encouraging to be around, because he had such a young spirit being late in his sixties he had much energy and had the ablilty to stay up late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Monday morning we drove back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re49K_6V9mI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Chm8qAALxhM/s1600-h/000_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re49K_6V9mI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Chm8qAALxhM/s320/000_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039032292238292578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharayah (New York) leads it up in a dream team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re49cf6V9nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DL1voA_wagY/s1600-h/000_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re49cf6V9nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DL1voA_wagY/s320/000_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039032592886003314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buy this Bible, perfect for kids who love bee's and Bibles, Sharayah (New York) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re49sv6V9oI/AAAAAAAAADE/1Q7-meO1pT4/s1600-h/000_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re49sv6V9oI/AAAAAAAAADE/1Q7-meO1pT4/s320/000_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039032872058877570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This army hat completely changed Claire's (England) personality, she's was a different person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-7753604569266207143?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7753604569266207143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=7753604569266207143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/7753604569266207143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/7753604569266207143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/03/horay-for-catholics.html' title='&quot;Horay for Catholics&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Re472v6V9jI/AAAAAAAAACc/BfHY-jxEckk/s72-c/000_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-7471106763655256642</id><published>2007-02-23T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:37:03.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuclear Explosions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rd9b1M5B7BI/AAAAAAAAABs/xkIv6pajpZ8/s1600-h/100_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rd9b1M5B7BI/AAAAAAAAABs/xkIv6pajpZ8/s320/100_1250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034843877975125010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"When the Heavens opened to me, the atmosphere of Heaven was thick with intense purity in the air.  Many spiritual beings surrounded me.  An angel guided me into the center of a very large room, which I realized was God's throne room. It had no visible walls; the room seemed as endless as God's awesome presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the center of the room was the glorified Son. His presence was so bright that the pure light coming from His face felt like a walk into the heart of a nuclear explosion. Yet somehow, He gave me grace to be able to walk toward Him."  (Shawn Bolz, The Throne Room Company, p.20)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's like a nuclear explosion?, sounds like a pretty intense place to live.  If any body wants to know what Heaven is like here is one description by Shawn Bolz who experienced first hand such a place. The cool thing he's not the only one who has visited Heaven before they died, many today have had similar experiences, ie: John Paul Jackson.  In the Bible in  2 Corinthians 12:2-4, Paul talks about a man who was caught up into the 3rd Heaven where he heard inexpressable words.  God is desiring a generation to know what Heaven is like, to bring it on Earth (Shawn Bolz), "On Earth as it is in Heaven".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty tough for us all personally.  Being in such a unique enviornment, we start feeling growing pains a lot; characterly and spiritually speaking.  God is a consuming fire when it comes to maturing us.  I thought going to Streams Academy would be filled with great comfort and nonstop parties.  Instead we're maturing and building our character, whats up with that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of this we know that great promises  will come out of our pain.  But even going through the personal crushing with the Holy Spirit we can learn to enjoy it with perserverance or just give up to face it some other time in life.  Whatever the issue God will bring it up again.  He loves us too much to let us go through life messed up in our corrupted state.  Instead He messes us up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough hard talking, we understand the reward is more pressious than iPods, BlueRay DVD's, and Nintendo Wii's combined. We are willing to go through it with peace and trust.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for anyone reading this, as you go through any friction in life, stop ask your self "what is God speaking to me about me in this situation"  Interprate it as if it were a dream.  What would your situation mean if it were a dream. Then you won't freak out so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rd9cHc5B7CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yEjZUdKS1Sg/s1600-h/100_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rd9cHc5B7CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yEjZUdKS1Sg/s320/100_1253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034844191507737634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John (supersam) and Kelly (Texas) eating at Panera on our roadtrip to Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rd9dks5B7DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GO_tiL5JbGk/s1600-h/000_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rd9dks5B7DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GO_tiL5JbGk/s320/000_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034845793530539058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with Aviator glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rd9eO85B7EI/AAAAAAAAACE/A3BVF3oq6Is/s1600-h/100_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rd9eO85B7EI/AAAAAAAAACE/A3BVF3oq6Is/s320/100_1254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034846519380012098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kulbir (England) standing for lack of seats in Panera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-7471106763655256642?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7471106763655256642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=7471106763655256642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/7471106763655256642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/7471106763655256642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/nuclear-explosions.html' title='Nuclear Explosions'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rd9b1M5B7BI/AAAAAAAAABs/xkIv6pajpZ8/s72-c/100_1250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-4156251336194039872</id><published>2007-02-14T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:02:24.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T'was a Cold Day with Hearts and Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RdP1ljYEs1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DZ5at4E_IKk/s1600-h/100_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RdP1ljYEs1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DZ5at4E_IKk/s320/100_1244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031635234203153234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning on Valentines Day we were presented with a blizzard that is still going on right now, leaving over 2 feet of snow. Because of the dumping of so much snow at once, the highly trained snow plows still were no match.  We did not go to work today but we got together in our house to discover what God was speaking to us with dreams we had last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: One guy had a dream where he noticed a brand new Jeep parked on the otherside of a short wall. As he easily hopped over the wall, he realised the jeep had a concrete bottom.  Opening the door he stepped in, to his surprise it was much bigger on the inside than on the out side.  After that a couple of baboons walked by, smiled at him and then left to join other animals walking down the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attempted to interprate what God was telling him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.  The new jeep on the otherside of the short wall was a new stage&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RdP1-zYEs2I/AAAAAAAAABE/qrLnN7XfOwU/s1600-h/100_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RdP1-zYEs2I/AAAAAAAAABE/qrLnN7XfOwU/s200/100_1236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031635667994850146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (new ministry or occupation) coming up in his life. There will only be a short obstacle in the way but he'll get there.  This new (ministry or occupation) will have a solid foundation and it will provide more room and space than what it looks like from the outside. The baboons who usually are agressive creatures, smile at him instead leaving him alone, They could be people who would usually bothered him will no longer do so leaving him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God uses Baboons and Jeeps to speak his children. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RdP22zYEs3I/AAAAAAAAABM/af66OAocouw/s1600-h/100_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RdP22zYEs3I/AAAAAAAAABM/af66OAocouw/s200/100_1242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031636630067524466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later lay ahead a Valentine Surprise for the ladies in the internship.  At the guys house we cleaned!!!!, cooked an amazing meal, dressed up, decorated and provided elegant music.  As the dressed up girls came in from the blizzard outside we escorted to the tables.  First was the meal along with live violin music.  Then finishing off the meal with cheese cake.  After that the greatest dance party New London will ever see.  Yes we are Christians.....were dancing fools.  It was such an amazing time to show the girls that we love them and hold them with high regard.  To extend our covenant with them telling them that they are princesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RdP3OzYEs4I/AAAAAAAAABU/J0oy83rFqBs/s1600-h/100_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RdP3OzYEs4I/AAAAAAAAABU/J0oy83rFqBs/s320/100_1235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031637042384384898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-4156251336194039872?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4156251336194039872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=4156251336194039872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/4156251336194039872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/4156251336194039872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/twas-cold-day-with-hearts-and-music.html' title='T&apos;was a Cold Day with Hearts and Music'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/RdP1ljYEs1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DZ5at4E_IKk/s72-c/100_1244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-1704537131870931057</id><published>2007-02-11T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:39:16.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streams Strikes Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rc_rVDYEszI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fopLdSD7jBM/s1600-h/000_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rc_rVDYEszI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fopLdSD7jBM/s200/000_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030498055712191282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend we went back to our favorite town of Salem.  There was a Wine and Chocolate Tasting Festival.  People walk around to resturants tasting chocolates and fine wine.  When we got there no one was walking around the streets because it was soo cold, but we did have some people come into the "Gathering" church to have dreams interprated as well as have prophetic ministry.  I was assigned as one of the INTERCESSors.  We dealt with a lot of things unseen so praying while ministry was going on was very important.  You could feel the atmosphere in the church was very peaceful.  Many people were being touched.  Grown Men were crying because Daddy (God) was ministering to his loved ones.  I'm a grown man and I cry freely, I just had to say that just to get the effect across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rc_r1TYEs0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rO4GXUSOo-I/s1600-h/100_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rc_r1TYEs0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rO4GXUSOo-I/s320/100_1233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030498609762972482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Harding here speaking at the "Gathering" Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rc_q4TYEsyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n7SMjEL-9As/s1600-h/000_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rc_q4TYEsyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n7SMjEL-9As/s320/000_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030497561790952226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the ice scuptures around town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxjLrHM-t2Q"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxjLrHM-t2Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-1704537131870931057?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1704537131870931057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=1704537131870931057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/1704537131870931057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/1704537131870931057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/streams-strikes-back.html' title='Streams Strikes Back'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zcQu2bfi3sc/Rc_rVDYEszI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fopLdSD7jBM/s72-c/000_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-117073595824876442</id><published>2007-02-05T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:55:30.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horray for TV</title><content type='html'>God has put me into an honorable position in being part of the beginings John Paul Jackson's AWE TV.  This television show right now is broadcasted on the web but its future will soon be on regular TV.  The purpose of the show is to give Glory to God and to help people find their purpose in life.  On the show they will have anything from How God speaks to us in dreams to God's mysteries through color, music and science.  John Paul Jackson has a lot to offer, so being on TV will allow him to touch a larger number of people; helping them get to their destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/865247/100_1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/375885/100_1201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/248269/100_1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/345050/100_1190.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the guy who operates the Teleprompter.  A few weeks ago I didn't even know exactly what a teleprompter was, now I'm operating one for  John Paul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-117073595824876442?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/117073595824876442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=117073595824876442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/117073595824876442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/117073595824876442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/02/horray-for-tv.html' title='Horray for TV'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-117021477985383061</id><published>2007-01-30T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:02:20.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Joysee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/801639/000_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/915483/000_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This outreach was a promotion time for us all.  Ken Nelson and John Harding even Kelly Guerra three major leaders did not come with us because of this we all had to step it up.  Starting early in the morning we headed out in two vans and two cars.  The challenge of keeping us together came to us very quickly.  Within minutes of driving we hit a snow storm.  Huge flakes created a white screen all around us.  Six hours and four states later we reach the Lighthouse Church (Sharayah's Church) in Long Island.  There we were well received with great hospitality.  Sunday we ministered to there amazing people.  Long Islanders are great people.  I love their New York accents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul the drummer of the worship team allowed us into his house to take a shower, He has three beautiful kids that are not shy by anymeans.  God has definitely blessed his family.  Though I hardly know them I feel a kindred Spirit towards them.  Lord bless Him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined them in Sunday service.  Dan (Scotland), Jessica (Virginia) and Chad (Michigan) spoke and after we split up into ministry teams and ministered to the body.  This one man had a dream about old railroad tracks that were soaked in water he road past many things and reached to vast valleys.  It turns out that he had a long spiritual ancestral line that he's traced back to the late 1600's.  Because of this line his path in life was the way it was because of what his ancestors did.  Another women who was a teacher in a school was persecuted because of her Christian beliefs.  She was taking the pressure very well.  We prayed for her and gave her words of wisdom.  It was good that she was going through hardships because of Christ. God was very pleased with her and the reward is great for her.  Because of her hardships she will get closer to her Creator and live more in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/15881/100_1163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/850702/100_1163.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that day we headed over to Cranford New Jersey to minister at a Jason Upton concert.  There we face the continual challenge of navigating and staying together through New York traffic.  Though separated we got there at the same time.  Yes Lord.  Jason Upton is a very anointed worshiper.  I could feel the atmosphere that he brought in that church.  I felt nothing like it before.  A presence of God was there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night two people mentioned to me that I looked like someone that they knew.  God was pursuing these people.  The first guy stopped going to church, I felt that he was struggling with his faith. I ran into him three times, each time I could see that God was setting up something grand for him.  He and his girlfriend ended up in our ministry team.  His girlfriend spend a long time being ministered by our girls, God is good.  I love seeing our Creator pursuing and realigning people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/820119/100_1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/690048/100_1177.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we stayed at our host homes which were amazing in itself.  Then we started our eight hour drive back home.  Upon arrival John Harding had a fantastic meal prepared for us.  We all at ate the grey (gray) house for once.  It was a good, tough, challenging, amazing, adventurous trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-117021477985383061?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/117021477985383061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=117021477985383061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/117021477985383061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/117021477985383061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-joysee.html' title='New Joysee'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116978997990097765</id><published>2007-01-25T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:46:26.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Captain!!!!</title><content type='html'>I want to highlight last weekend outreach so you will all know what Jesus did.  I had the honor and priviledge to be van captain.  Now the van captain's job is the co-pilot, he/she makes sure no one is left behind, the van is in proper maintainence order and to help navigate (I love navigating).  The first challenge of our trip was the threat of bumper to bumper traffic.  Previously the first van went ahead of us an hour before.  John Harding (Staff) calls us letting us know that there was an accident and no one was moving for an hour.  So as the navigator, me and Anton (Driver) had to come up with a detour in New Hampshire were I never driven before.  So with my excellent, sweet, totally awesome navigational skills I charted a new course around the traffic. Taking back country roads through New Hampshire we finally reach the major roads in which take us to the Olive Branch Christian Bookstore in Massacuessetts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bookstore is made out of an amazing old house.  It has a coffee shop in the basement and each room has books and or CD and other Christian stuff.  On the ground floor we had Jessica (Richmond, VA) Noah (New York) and Nate (North Carolina) play enviornment setting music.  This music filled the house which set the mood for ministering to people on the third floor.  There we had dream/ministry teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/301709/100_1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/935406/100_1140.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The spiritual air in that room was so thick, people we ministered to at times just sat eyes closed in silence for moments at a time.  With no words The Prince of Peace touched them without any effort on our part.  Great instruction and encouragement came from the dreams God gave people.  One woman had a dream that warned her about that certain people will convince her of training for her leadership, but in reality the offer will hurt her.  Another woman's dream gave her insight about her role in kids lives and to pray for her coworkers in the corporate world.  Everytime I hear peoples dreams I'm blown away at how much God Loves people.  You can't escape his loving voice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Book store we went to Analee's (Mass.) elagant house to eat a luxurious meal.  There we soaked up such a blessing of hospitality and comfort.  Thank you Analee's parents.&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jv5tzRZIHgE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jv5tzRZIHgE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116978997990097765?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116978997990097765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116978997990097765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116978997990097765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116978997990097765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/van-captain.html' title='Van Captain!!!!'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116909256863325467</id><published>2007-01-17T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:04:38.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father of Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/297531/000_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/730381/000_0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the weather was very winter-like.  Being single digits during the day and negatives at night it made going outside an adventure in itself.  Just being outside puts you in survival mode.  Many of our vehicles would not start because the battery didn't have enough power to turn their frozen engines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we learned about Saint Patrick and Saint Francis.  Patrick was not even born in Ireland nor did he befriend leprechauns of any kind.  He was born in Rome owned Britain but was later captured by Irish barbarians, taken to Ireland and forced into slavery.  While in captivity he learned about Jesus, interesting.  God eventually lead him to freedom guiding him by giving Patrick "Dreams"!!! so that he would have peace about what would happen next.  After being free from slavery, later in his life he returns to Ireland, to minister to the ones who forced him into slavery.  We Christians are insane, who would want to go back into the very place and people who oppressed us, its like we have a heart of a Heavenly Father or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been asking God to see things in the Spirit.  So as a good Dad he gave me what I asked for.  A few nights ago I was laying in my bed. At the corner of my eye I saw a streak of light moving towards my desk.  This happens for a split second.  Now usually I would pass it off as my mind making things up.  Not this time.  A moment later my cell phone which is on my desk, beeps.  It was a text message.  I open it up and someone that I know said that he's praying for me.  Wow!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By faith I saw the message/messenger reach my phone telling me of a prayer.  This adds a whole new understanding to prayer.  When you pray there is supernatural messengers that are sent, its even biblical.  So you who think praying is boring (Me), think of the messengers that you are sending to carry out such petitioning. I love His Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are going to our first outreach for this trimester.  Driving to Mass. Half of us are going to minister at a bookstore where we'll set up table to do dream interpretations and minister prophetically. Also we will be at a Brazilian church to minister and be ministered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other half is going to minister to the youth down in a vineyard church in Mass.. Then worshiping at the metrowest Bridge church (Streams church plant). I cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the snow is falling making the trees in our backyard disappear, so Im going go outside and enjoy. God Bless YOu  all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/743110/000_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/400/194512/000_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;                              Here is some lovely frost on a window which is inside not outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116909256863325467?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116909256863325467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116909256863325467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116909256863325467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116909256863325467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/father-of-lights.html' title='Father of Lights'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116862740243512690</id><published>2007-01-12T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:12:34.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/152929/000_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/811023/000_0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A week has already gone by.  Classes were amazing, we learned about Saints from the past, including Saint Anthony of Egypt and Saint Perpetua.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the classroom early morning waiting, John Harding walks up to the front of the room wearing a brown robe with a rope belt and sandals, looking like he's from a Christmas play he begins his presentation on Saint Perpetua.  Within moments we are back in time talking to the brother of this amazing saint.  Being martyrd for her belief in Christ, Perpetua was getting visions and dreams from God that would give her the comfort to suffer through her execution.  To the point that she was joyful of her fate, sharing the same sufferings of Christ.  People were so shocked at her peace before her death that many turned decided to live for Christ.  Her brother telling us about her amazing life dedicated his life, to live for our Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/786089/000_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/999849/000_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Studying these amazing people opened my eyes to the importance of remembering what they've done.  The cry of their lives is begging to be heard to remind us that our belief in Christ has much more genuine followers throughout history.  Though there were many unfaithful people in church history, Good people of the faith were in prevalence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wedsnday we had Aaron Evans come and impart to us what he's got.  Formally practicing Islam,one of the beliefs he had was that Christianity was the whiteman's religion.  After many generations of his family not following in their true destiny, Christ came to Aaron in the form of a man.  This man was literally fire.  Christ being fire told him that He was neither black nor white and that he wanted Aaron to follow Him.  So without further ado Aaron changed his life.  Im so glad God is not prejudice.  I love how He blows racial mindsets out of the water.  Think about it, this guys on fire a burning man, anything that is not of him will be blown out of the water, Jesus is just that cool.  After teaching us, Aaron prayed for us each individually all 28 of us.&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK7G7oq9BuQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK7G7oq9BuQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116862740243512690?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116862740243512690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116862740243512690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116862740243512690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116862740243512690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/jesus-blog.html' title='Jesus Blog!!!'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116822995006433665</id><published>2007-01-07T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:52:40.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streams Academy part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/138622/000_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/809722/000_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trip to New Hampshire was great. I met up with Jessica (Virginia), Dustin Zupancic (Canada) and a new intern, Anton (New York) at Boston airport.  So they kept good company for two hour bus ride to New London.  Upon arrival it was so refreshing seeing everyone.  Throughout the day interns trickled in.  Each time we would see someone we would yell and scream with rejoicing, upon seeing that person.  It was a jubilant day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about two days to mentally, spiritually and physically adjust to this potent spiritual envoirnment.  After going to church and completely focusing on Jesus I'm back in the groove and boy is Christ moving.  Last night I had a dream that a bee attacked me and another.  I woke up flailing my arms. There was more to the dream but for the sake of spiritual security I'll leave it at that.  But I believe that the Lord was prompting me to pray for a need.  Knowing what the symbols in the dream meant I knew what exactly to pray for.  God is Good!! My God warns me about negative things that are happinging and provides me a way to remedy the problem.  I love Him.  I hope you get jealous, because God can warn you and provide a way out for you as well.  He's probably already doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today our dear brother Luke (Canada) had the flu and was very sick.  So I asked him what do you think God is doing, why do you have this flu.  "He said nothing I just have the flu" &lt;br /&gt;     "Well then" I said, "I'll pray for healing".  So I did.  after praying for him, twenty minutes go by, Luke says he feels a little better.  &lt;br /&gt;    "That pretty good , but God can do better then that".  About another twenty minutes go by, Luke comes up to me tells me his pain is completely, completely gone. Oh Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God even heals the flu in under an hour.  I hope you all get jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116822995006433665?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116822995006433665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116822995006433665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116822995006433665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116822995006433665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/streams-academy-part-2.html' title='Streams Academy part 2'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116794080650237925</id><published>2007-01-04T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:13:07.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of One Adventure the Begining of a New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/549974/100_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/283759/100_0071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, tomorrow is a begining of a new adventure.  I make way for the sky speeding 500 mph towards the northeast  of the country, then landing beneath the white layers of clouds in the sea port city of Boston.  After landing I will leave and enter a long huge rectangle vehicle with wheels that spits out black smoke, roaring towards a remote town of the Granite State called New London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited to be back at "Streams", the holiday break was amazing. God did amazing breakthoughs with my family: A new job for my dad, praying over my mother for healing , talking to my mom about spiritual things and God, which I have never done to this depth before. God has provided some amazing friends for my sister who are strong believers. I've already seen a change in her because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my spiritual brothers from Richmond proposed to their now fiances.  We got to be part of one of my friends engagement in which he had left her clues around town that had significance in their relationship, the final stop was him proposing to her.  By far the most creative way of proposing that I've seen.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I should be blogging a lot more, to keep you all updated while Im at Streams.  God Bless &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/592414/100_0834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/56136/100_0834.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/999118/100_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/200/575854/100_0815.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/87826/100_0829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/604970/100_0829.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of my fam visiting Washington DC and cutting down our christmas tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116794080650237925?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116794080650237925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116794080650237925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116794080650237925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116794080650237925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-of-one-adventure-begining-of-new.html' title='End of One Adventure the Begining of a New'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116667440630950650</id><published>2006-12-20T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:28:56.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/925712/100_0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/320/312097/100_0819.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone sorry for not posting anything for about a month now.  I noticed Dustin has been posting things up on his blog, so I'm feeling greatly motivated to update myself. Things at home (Northern Virginia) have been amazing.  I have not been at home with my parents for this long in three years.  Im living in the place that I grew for 13 years and it is very weird being here.  Its the mix of the past and present.  Im going to the church that i first became a Christian, meeting new people there.  God is doing miraculous things.  I've had a divine encounter with a person who out of many circumstances got to this Christmas party that I was attending last Saturday, not being from this area he was from (Central VA) in an area that i knew about , He was dealing with some church issues and he talked to me about switching to another church that I knew of.  Out of the sequence of events he explained, I could see how even I was part of these events to help get him out of an unhealthy environment.  God's sovereignty was revealed to me, and Wow is it mind boggling how good God is at fitting events together like a puzzle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas, Cookies , candy , more candy and cookies. I am working for UPS for the Holiday season and man is it fun.  Because of the amount of packages being shipped everywhere for the holiday season UPS hires "driver helpers" during the holiday season.  Its a fun job. First of all you stay in shape because your constantly moving and lifting boxes of all shapes and sizes.  Secondly the route that Im on has a lot of businesses so around this time of year businesses have holiday parties, that means lots of extra food.  Guess who gets to have that Holiday goodness? Man is it good.  From Cheese cake to popcorn, to Herseys chocolates.  One of our stops is the "The Washington Redskin's" practice park.  I kid you not, everyday we go there we get free Gatoraid.  So God has blessed me with a great seasonal job, but now I can not  wait to go back to Streams.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's provision for Streams have been great, Daddy is worthy to be trusted for provision.  Jessica Hamlet recently got a full ride to this next trimester, from an anonymous donor.  Praise God!!! I Love this guy called The Prince of Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116667440630950650?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116667440630950650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116667440630950650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116667440630950650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116667440630950650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-goodness.html' title='Holiday Goodness'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116430558151216480</id><published>2006-11-23T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:40:43.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/1600/73600/000_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1015/3966/400/924876/000_0018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trimester is now over.  New York was very interesting, overwhelming and educational.  By experience New York  is the epitome of the America Dream.  On the way down to New York we stopped at a Vineyard church.  There we ministered to the people there.  Ken talked about what we do and then interprated dreams. Then we went and ministered to the people in teams.  It was good to minister to Christians because we didn't have to veil our speech, we could actually say Jesus right away.  The people were amazing and they recieved us well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed for Long Island.  There we stopped at Sharayah's church having a place to stay for the next three nights and to later minister to.  That night we drive down town in the middle of traffic chaos.  I have never been in such nerve racking traffic in my life, and I wasn't driving.  While trying to find the "Learning Annex Center" (Donald Trump Conference) we struggle through taxi cab cludder.  We made Streams Ministry History by blocking New York traffic; Ken makes an atempted U-turn, Ali in the other van following close behind.  John Harding had to get out and stop traffic so both vans can back off the sidewalk and continue on the street. Ken and Ali I plaudit for remaining sane.  Finally getting to the "Learning Annex" we rush in and go to our training.  I and most of the guy would be doing product which is just moving the product that these "financial teachers" would sell their teachings.  Other guys did crowd control.  The girls would be sale assistants and hosts.  After training we take two hours to get back to Sharayah's church and eat a well prepared meal, pizza. It tasted so good after such a crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we go in and start working.  For twelve hours we move boxes of financial teachings around the Center.  I learned a lot moving boxes.  One was to remain in an attitude of servanthood while people are rude to you, which is very hard, but possible to do. The next day I almost got fired by a manager that wasn't my manager.  The manager was blowing off some steam at me because things were getting stressfull. Imagine: "Mom i got fired during an outreach"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speakers gave advice on Real Estate and Taxes and a bunch of other random advice.  Speakers in the begining seemed like they wanted to help these people who were listeing.  As time went on I'm sad to say that the speakers got worse. I noticed that the people there were desperate.  The man before Donald Trump was a financial teacher that uses hypnotising that "influences" people to get rich. It felt repulsed by it all. People were all for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Donald Trump went on we had to pass out these balloon sticks that say Trump on them.  As i was going from aisle to aisle passing out balloons, more and more people got out of their seats surrounding me.  It felt like I was feeding starving people.  When Donald Trump came on it was more entertainment than anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 12 hours the first day, 16 hours of working the second day the madness was over.  We went back to Sharayah's church ate and slept.  The next day we sleep in until twelve and minister to the church that night.  The people fed us well and treated us greatly.  Then 11 at night we made our 6 hours journey back home to New Hampshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday our last day we had a dinner and a commencement. It was hard to say good bye, that day was tough for me.  I'm not good at goodbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116430558151216480?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116430558151216480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116430558151216480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116430558151216480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116430558151216480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/season-to-remember.html' title='A Season to Remember'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116347846731158702</id><published>2006-11-13T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:27:47.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents meet New Hampshire</title><content type='html'>So my parents came into town Friday.  After leaving Virginia at 3 in the morning they got here around 1 in the afternoon.  We just hung out in New London, not much to do in New London. Saturday night there was dinner, a time to explain what we do and a time of ministering for the parents at the Yellow House. Angie my sister had a dream interpreted, and the interns later prayed over my family.  It was amazing.  I don't think my parents ever have had anyone pray and speak prophetically over them in this way.  It was moving seeing how my parents reacted to the love of God. Then my parents left at 4 the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/000_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/000_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister and I explored through marshes behind the guys house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116347846731158702?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116347846731158702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116347846731158702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116347846731158702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116347846731158702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/parents-meet-new-hampshire.html' title='Parents meet New Hampshire'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116310383609696566</id><published>2006-11-09T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:40:25.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Donald Trump?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/trump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/trump.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im greatly overjoyed for the next coming events.  Recently we found out that our next and last outreach trip is going to take place in New York City.  Yes New York City.  To add to it,we are going to New York for a Donald Trump Business convention. Yes a Donald Trump convention.  I thought Salem was enough to make this experience out of the ordinary.  Adding this will make this experience here at Streams a very unique and memorable time of my life. So Donald Trump has this convention with business people from many places and thats all I know.  I tried looking up more information but all I know is what we have been told by our staff.  More will come when we actually go.  Right now we are there to help out with whatever they want, serving them.  We are trying to get permission to set up dream teams in the event. I can't wait. So we will be going on the 17th to the 20th of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my folks are driving up to see me.   My parents are amazing.  They are driving 10 hours from Northern, VA just to see me for a day and a half. So now they can see the weird stuff that we do here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116310383609696566?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116310383609696566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116310383609696566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116310383609696566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116310383609696566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/donald-trump.html' title='&quot;Donald Trump?&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116298574410478401</id><published>2006-11-08T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T04:35:19.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Made</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Dale and Shelly two of our very dear friends came to visit us from Richmond, VA.  They are elders to the church Emily, Jessica and I go to.  Showing them around New London.  We showed them the  "Pinnacle" which is a mountain that Streams Ministries owns in which you can go up and worship, pray , do whatever.  You can see Mt. Washington of the White Mountains from its peak. As we were up there we could see approaching snow instead of a wall of rain it was a wall of snow.  Later while laying on the ground, the snow came.  Dale and Shelly came while we were on our four day break after Salem, so there was not much scheduled stuff going on.  Hanging out was what we did.  From traveling 40 minutes to the next town; Concord to see a movie and to eat at Olive Garden to going down town New London drinking coffee in a coffee shop.  It was so good to have them here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sunday , Sunday oh Sunday" was a day to remember.  Let me tell you God is amazing in His ways.  At the church we go to up here called the "Bridge"  a very special ceremony would take place.  This ceremony would redeem the blood shed that had happen here for hundreds of years between the  English and French Colonials against the Pennacook and Piscataqua tribes in the New Hampshire area.  For the white man came and stole this land that rightfully belonged to the Native Americans, but instead of following protocol we took it for ourselves.  So going in on Sunday morning we were accompanied by feathers, skin drums, beautiful ornate garments that were worn by Native Americans.   They were not just from the local area but from all over the country.  Natives from Nevada, Canada, and Mexico.  One woman was the chef over a many tribes in British Columbia, Canada.  Others were mixed in their Heritage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the ceremony was to apologize for the stealing of land that was rightfully the Natives (First nation's).  People  who were of English descent and wanted to, gave a gift and asked forgiveness for the wrongs of their forefathers and asked permission to remain on this land.  I'm dumbfounded.  My heart within me is aching because the amazing things that are happening.  Never would I imagine this would happen or could happen between Native Americans and us.  After all that had happened, Forgiveness was given.  History was made here in New Hampshire, but I believe this will and is going to effect the rest of the country.  Forgiveness is going to unlock the purpose and give us legal right in the legal systems of God's Kingdom to bring more manifestations of God on, in and through this land.  Because even creation itself is groans in great expectation for manifestations of Gods family on this earth.  "On earth as it is in Heaven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/000_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/000_0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116298574410478401?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116298574410478401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116298574410478401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116298574410478401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116298574410478401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/history-made.html' title='History Made'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116245370010869417</id><published>2006-11-01T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:48:20.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salem = Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/DSC01132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/DSC01132.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am a different person.  In four days, what I have experienced has changed me forever.   My character has been matured,  my way of thinking has completely been rearranged,  and we have experienced a very rare encounter that I believe that not many people on this earth have or will experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to Salem again, to love on Pagans and Witches and whoever else was there.  The best way I could explain my experience was that of a movie.  Many things going on were of movie surrealness.  First of all you hear witches making spells with weird ingredients such as, toad eyes and some kind of blood, etc, etc.  Let me tell you, there are people that actually do that.  There are people who believe they are vampires and have lived for 400 years.  An entire community like this exists in Salem Mass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/DSC01133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/DSC01133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, persecution of witches Salem was famous for in the late 1600's is still going on now.  Picture this with me, an entire street filled with people, many wearing costumes, lots of witch outfits, People selling vampire fangs, and New Age products.  In the midst of all this, you see huge signs that say "Trust Jesus", "Repent" ( with a list of sins ).  These people are not just holding signs they are passing out tracks and speaking through mega phones, preaching about repentance and Jesus.  Now don't get me wrong I believe we need to trust Jesus in our lives and turning away from crap (sin) in our lives is well needed but HOW these truths were communicated buy these Christians I disagreed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/DSC01113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/DSC01113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I wanted to say about Salem is that we had the preveledge to talk and help two High level witches (men) and a phycic (women) on Halloween eve.  Some of the Christians holding the signs got a little too rough with these guys.  To the point that they called for people at the "Gathering"(church we partnered with during the four days) to get these Christians to stop.  So they did.  Being very grateful the two Witches and psychic came down the road to the "Gathering" and hid out for a while, because they were shaken up.  These three already had a relationship with the Pastor at the "Gathering"so they knew that pastor was a Christian they can trust; along with us.  So we talked to these guys until 1:30 in the morning.  In that conversation so many things happened.  Just picture this with me. High level witches accepted in a church on Halloween eve where they were feed, comforted and allowed to converse with us for hours. That's a very rare sight.  I don't think many people have or will experience something like that.  But oh is it a wonderful experience.  One of the witches said that "you know what Jesus Christ is"?  then points at us and says, "This is Jesus Christ"  I was dumbfounded when he said that. He saw the Love of God in us.  The true expression of Christ is Love, no judgment, no bitterness, love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many more things had happened, but I just can't explain it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/DSC01171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/400/DSC01171.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116245370010869417?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116245370010869417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116245370010869417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116245370010869417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116245370010869417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/11/salem-peace.html' title='Salem = Peace'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116191674022124060</id><published>2006-10-26T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:40:01.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_1028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello today we had an amazing time in class.  We learned about the Jewish Feast of Trumpets (New Moon) and we had some interns share with us stuff about their lives.  The things that they had to share was very powerful. Kulbir (England) told us about how she grew up in HInduism into Christianity.  After we partaked in a Indian tradition called Rakhi which is a festival that celebrates unity between family members. So the girls gave bracelets to the guys thanking us for being good brothers to them and we exchanged Hersey Kisses to symbolize sweetining our relationship.  &lt;br /&gt;Later after dinner we had a meeting about Salem for our next and final trip. This one will be four days straight, Halloween being the last day.  So pray for us that we will be protected, Loving, Faithful and Joyful. Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116191674022124060?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116191674022124060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116191674022124060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116191674022124060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116191674022124060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116166246986464051</id><published>2006-10-23T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:28:55.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/IMG_1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/IMG_1950.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry for the delay.  Ministering at "Haunted Happenings" (Salem) has taken a lot out of us.  It was amazing!!! This is the first weekend of actual ministry at Salem.  Most of last week was spend preparing for this weekend, so that's why I have not  posted anything for a while.  So anyways We left for Salem 9 'o'clock in the morning.   Guys and girls cramming in two 15 passenger vans plus 2 cars, we make our two hour trip south.  Upon arrival we hit bumper to bumper traffic.  All of these people are here for "Haunted Happenings".  We pull in and unload all of our gear (tents, tables , signs, etc., etc.)  We will be ministered in two places this weekend.  One at the church and the other down the street.  Many jobs go on at once during our time of ministry. Our main form of ministries to these people is through "Dream interpretation" and "Spiritual Readings". To elaborate, we know God speaks to us in many ways, dreams is one way, so we use biblical ways to interpret people's dreams.  "Spiritual Readings" is just a new age way of saying "prophecy" and for those who don't know what I mean about "prophecy", it means to hear what God is saying to the person your ministering to. Along with those we have people praying constantly, people doing video interviews, people hosting the tents, and then the actual ministry teams.  The teams consist of three people so we never minister alone.  Inside each team has a table where someone from the streets comes in and sits down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/IMG_2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/IMG_2014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were some very amazing stories.  One man came in who practiced Wicca and was having the same recurring nightmare twice a month.  In the dream he was driving his car down a road when lava started coming through the ground surrounding him.  It started to rain as all of this was happening. There was a tornado of lava too.  We felt that God was telling him that the road he was going down was a path of destruction and help is going to come not from you but from Heaven. (A lot of the dreams nonbelievers get are very simple).  So we prayed with him and invited the Creator (God) to come into his life and reveal more of Himself to him.  Sara (Scotland) was holding his hands as they were praying.  He and Sara was feeling a electricity like feeling between his hands and hers.  The man never felt anything like it.  The Holy Spirit was revealing God to him in that specific way.  (God moves however he wants)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was one story of very many that I have.  More I will tell, but later.  Its getting late I need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/IMG_2079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/IMG_2079.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116166246986464051?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116166246986464051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116166246986464051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116166246986464051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116166246986464051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-amazing.html' title='It was amazing'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116097528896679780</id><published>2006-10-15T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:13:08.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kids these Days"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0730.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello its been awhile. A lot has happened this weekend.  Friday and Saturday I went to a seminar called "Elijah House", which is a ministry that focuses on healing our hearts from past experiences.  Forgiving and letting go any judgments that we hold on to.  Vows we say in our hearts (such as "People betray me...Therefore... I will never share my feeling with anyone") can negatively affect us for the rest of our lifes if we don't renounce it and forgive those particular people.  "It is so great to be free from my own crap.  We don't have to be in our own prison anymore.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the long seminar we went to the Yellow house (Girls house) ate yummy Lasagna which Emily (Virginia) cooked for us and then we goofed around the rest of the night.  Sarah (Scotland) had this urge to swim in a nearby lake, at night , in the cold (supposedly she does that a lot in Scotland). Other people went with her.  Supposedly the guys got out before she ever did.  The next morning I skipped church (ahhhhhhh) and slept into 12.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Sunday I helped make dinner and we prepared for "Impartation".  Impartation is when assigned interns share with us whatever they have, whether it is pray for us, share an experience, or whatever else it may be.  Today Emily (Virginia) and Danielle (South Carolina) "Imparted".  Emily shared the verse about Jesus washing the feet of the Disciples, saying you have no part in Me if you don't let Me wash your feet.  You won't get what the Son of God has to offer if you don't receive what the Son of God has to offer.  HIs service.  So to add integrity to the verse we washed each other's feet.  Mine of course was the cleanest out of everyones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Danielle blew us away with sharing her experiences with her dad and step dad.  She then played a song that explained her need for a dad.  An amazing song.  We were all moved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116097528896679780?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116097528896679780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116097528896679780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116097528896679780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116097528896679780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/kids-these-days.html' title='&quot;Kids these Days&quot;'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116062545719811112</id><published>2006-10-11T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:57:37.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Guys and a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0811.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today five of us, Chad (Michigan),Dave (Mass.), Mathew (New Jersey) and Luke (Canada) went to Salem again.  We helped set up a stage for "Haunted Happenings".  Phil's dream from "The Gathering" church is to have this stage right in the middle of the festival.  Christian bands will be playing there as well as secular bands.  It is amazing that a pastor of a church is setting up a stage for music right in the middle of witchcraft festivities.  God has given Phil such favor with those people.  He's talks to all sorts of witches, pyschics and tarot card readers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people fasinate me there. I was drawn to this one women at the Pyschic Fair.  I first saw her walking around as she was taking a smoking break.  She had short white hair with eye make up and an old fashion asian dress on.  Her demeanor was very unique. I could tell that she was very serious about her practice.  Come to find out today, she was a tarot card reader.  Her poster was hanging outside the Pyschic area.  Thinking to myself I was intrigued what God thinks of her.  What true calling does she have.  She may have a God given gift, but obviously used for the wrong reasons.  God must really love her, even though she doesn't live for Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so good look at people through God's eyes intead of judgmental, intimidated eyes.  I could tell that this woman was put on this earth for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116062545719811112?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116062545719811112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116062545719811112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116062545719811112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116062545719811112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/five-guys-and-man.html' title='Five Guys and a Man'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116054085621417441</id><published>2006-10-10T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:27:50.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Typical Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/Photo%2050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/Photo%2050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was just a typical Streams Academy day.  We go to class, learn how to hear from God, pray for people who are in need and then go to work at the Streams office.  At the Streams office I'm in the "Sight and Sound" department where I help out the editing of the ministries' teachings, after they're edited they are sent around the world for people to hear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow me and a few other guys are on a special mission to Salem.  Where we are going to help "The Gathering" church set up a stage in the streets of Salem.  I can't wait.  Ever since Sunday I've been interested in that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116054085621417441?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116054085621417441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116054085621417441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116054085621417441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116054085621417441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/typical-day_116054085621417441.html' title='A Typical Day'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116036704033835803</id><published>2006-10-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:03:28.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0870.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0870.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    This Sunday we drove to Salem Mass.  Where all the famous witch trails happened in the late 1600's.  Now Salem is known for its huge witchcraft, wiccan, and neo-pagan community.  There are 13 witchcraft stores in Salem alone.  Every October there is a month long celebration of Halloween called "Haunted Happenings".  It is supposedly the largest witchcraft festival in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reason for going today is to learn more about witchcraft to better understand this community.  For the next few weekends we will be going back to Salem setting up a tents like we did yesterday at the Chilli Cookoff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         There is a church called "The Gathering" smack dab in the middle of "Haunted Happenings".  The Pastor there has a calling for the witchcraft community.He loves them very much and has a wonderful ministry for them.  We talked about the differences between wiccans, Satanist, pagans and others.  Also to better understand why many left the church to pursue witchcraft.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these vampires outside of this store.  I wanted to talk to him but instead i took a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0873.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Caleb (from Canada) takes comfort in the arms of  Chad (from Michigan) after a scary day at "Haunted Happenings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/200/100_0875.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca (from Sweden) Radiates her beauty in the midst of Salem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116036704033835803?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116036704033835803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116036704033835803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116036704033835803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116036704033835803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/salem.html' title='Salem'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116028251701904096</id><published>2006-10-07T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:54:30.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilli Cookoff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0839.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0839.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Claremont Chilli Cookoff today ministering to people on the street.  It was so much fun.  I was kind of nervous but once we had people come into our tents for a "Spiritual Reading and or Dream Interpretation"  I quickly learned how to sense where people are at in their spiritual walk, and then expose them slowly to God from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0841.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0841.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had people who were big into new age , people who had never been to church before and people who were actual christians come and allow us to minister to them.  It was a great experience to talk to so many different kinds of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0849.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0849.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Llamas came to be ministered to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116028251701904096?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116028251701904096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116028251701904096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116028251701904096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116028251701904096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/chilli-cookoff.html' title='Chilli Cookoff'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116016031216964279</id><published>2006-10-06T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:45:12.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quest Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0605.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0605.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 30th, 2006 Our flight to Boston was amazing.  I love flying.  We flew above the overcast sky where it is always sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0614.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0614.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see Cape Cod from the air. I had a road atlas with me so whatever I was looking at in the Atlas I could see it out the window.  It was amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0620.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0620.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the flight we took a bus to New Hampshire. Emily and Jessica were well prepare for three months (as you can see). It was an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116016031216964279?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116016031216964279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116016031216964279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116016031216964279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116016031216964279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/quest-begins_116016031216964279.html' title='The Quest Begins'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116015992454809688</id><published>2006-10-06T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:47:29.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0623.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/100_0623.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guys house called the Grey House.  It looks pretty small on the front, but trust me it is enormous on the inside.  We have a sauna and a pattle ball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/100_0621.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/200/100_0621.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116015992454809688?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116015992454809688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116015992454809688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116015992454809688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116015992454809688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-new-home_06.html' title='My New Home'/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35611666.post-116015939894423379</id><published>2006-10-06T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:29:58.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/sathouse2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/sathouse2.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a space eye view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/1600/My%20Run.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1015/3966/320/My%20Run.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35611666-116015939894423379?l=acevedoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116015939894423379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35611666&amp;postID=116015939894423379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116015939894423379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35611666/posts/default/116015939894423379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acevedoa.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-space-eye-view-and-out-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Anthony Acevedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01994067855443718789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd139/chunkymonkey314/Profile1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
