<?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-9001276724626574471</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:45:47.343-08:00</updated><category term='Stilt Walker'/><category term='Jessica'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Tangle Videos'/><category term='Character Bio'/><category term='Storyboard'/><category term='Charact Briefs'/><category term='Tommie Girl'/><category term='Little Benny and Friends'/><category term='Cigar'/><category term='Little Benny'/><category term='LB Products'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='The Sower'/><category term='Mr. Fear'/><category term='Smoke Ad'/><category term='West Street Journal'/><category term='From the Face Page'/><title type='text'>The Charact</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-9126354134201334141</id><published>2012-01-27T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:30:24.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stilt Walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny and Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Benny and Stilt Walker Discuss Rulers of Darkness</title><content type='html'>Little Benny did not want to cause confusion between Stilt Walker and his daughter, but deep down inside he wanted to argue. He wanted to tell Stilt Walker how he ought to be close to his daughter, but he did not want to make matters worse. So he went on to talk about Cigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny said, "People think that the end of the world will be now. But the Bible said of that day and hour knows no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only &lt;b&gt;(Matt. 24:36).&lt;/b&gt; It certainly does seem like we are living so close to the last days. We are experiencing things that we do not understand. Cigar is a demon, and we don't know why we see him and others don't. It makes me think that there is something in the cigars that I smoked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, Stilt Walker was forgetting the conversation about his daughter, Jessica. "It's not you or the cigars that you smoked. I have never smoked a cigar a day in my life, and I am seeing Cigar Keys too. It makes me wonder if something is in our minds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny felt very nervous and said, "Whatever it is, we must pray. That's why Jesus told his disciples that men ought to always pray and not to faint &lt;b&gt;(Luke 18:1). &lt;/b&gt;We need to pray with and for one another. We need to study our Bibles. People think that it is all about a UFO. Man is always pulling at straws, and he doesn't really know what's going on. He's always talking about aliens and outer space. He knows that something is out there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Stilt Walker replied, "But, we know that&lt;span class="st"&gt; &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; wrestle not against flesh and blood, but &lt;i&gt;against principalities&lt;/i&gt;, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness according to &lt;b&gt;Ephesians 6:12."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Benny sat down on a stool beside Stilt Walker. "The question is how do we fight? How can we fight Cigar Keys? He is someone spiritual. Cigar works for the Devil. His aim is to deceive children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Both Benny and Cigar Keys just sat and stared at each other. Neither one of them had an answer to the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-9126354134201334141?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/9126354134201334141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2012/01/benny-and-stilt-walker-discuss-rulers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/9126354134201334141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/9126354134201334141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2012/01/benny-and-stilt-walker-discuss-rulers.html' title='Benny and Stilt Walker Discuss Rulers of Darkness'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-926397495983259936</id><published>2011-12-20T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:00:53.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benny Talks to Stilt Walker about Jessica</title><content type='html'>Little Benny said, "I saw your daughter today, Stilt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think you saw my daughter," said Stilt Walker. He began shaking his head no. "She doesn't live around here. What makes you think that you saw her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She lives across the street from me. Her name is Jessica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiltwalker began to swallow hard. He had a moment of silence, and he would not look at Benny. Stilt Walker just dropped his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny continued to talk and said,&amp;nbsp; "Your daughter told me that you did not get along with her. She said that you think she is a witch just because she can see things. Let me tell you something. You can see things too. You can see Cigar, and he is not yet visible to all of the world. So if your daughter is a witch, what does that say about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stilt Walker looked up and began to stare at Benny. He could not say a mumbling word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-926397495983259936?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/926397495983259936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/12/benny-talks-to-stiltwalker-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/926397495983259936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/926397495983259936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/12/benny-talks-to-stiltwalker-about.html' title='Benny Talks to Stilt Walker about Jessica'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-1096722944633739273</id><published>2011-10-02T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T16:21:59.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stilt Walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny and Friends'/><title type='text'>Stilt Walker_Bigger Than You Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IByUE3shn_w/TojpLhOYeeI/AAAAAAAAC94/FjLWiTCeQG4/s1600/Bigger+Than+You2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IByUE3shn_w/TojpLhOYeeI/AAAAAAAAC94/FjLWiTCeQG4/s320/Bigger+Than+You2.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica went across the street to meet with Little Benny. She had to give him a letter from her father that was found in her mailbox. Little Benny thanked Jessica not knowing that Jessica was Stilt Walker's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know my father?" Jessica asked Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stilt is your father?" Benny asked surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, but he doesn't know I moved here." Jessica sadly started walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter. Aren't you going to tell him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me and my father don't get along. He thinks I'm a witch because I can see things. I told him something was going to happen once and it happened. It scared him so bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny laughed and said, "Your father can see things too. The older he gets the more he can see. He ought not to treat you the way he treats you. Stilt is a hard headed man too. Sometimes he just doesn't listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica said with a little smile, "Yea, you know my father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny said, "I will talk to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jessica and Little Benny departed, he read Stilt's letter. He wrote Benny letting him know that he was right about Cigar and that he was an evil that could be seen. Then Little Benny went to visit Stilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Little Benny got to Stilt Walker's house, he noticed that Stilt was very moody. Stilt always had an attitude that he was bigger and better than Benny. He always looked down on Benny for some reason. Little Benny always leaned on Stilt when he needed a helping hand, but Benny always turned out to be the hero. Stilt never got credit for anything and envied Benny. People always praised Benny and ignored Stilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny tried to talk to Stilt about Cigar and what they should do together to stop him from harming children. Stilt Walker would not talk to Little Benny. Usually, Little Benny would just walk away when Stilt Walker was not talkative and being ignored. However, Benny had something to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the 10th commandment that we should not covet (Exodus 20:17). Sometimes Benny found it hard to do good things with Stilt Walker. They were a great team when they got along. Good things happened, but nothing happened when Stilt's envy got in the way. Benny really needed Stilt's help to fight against Cigar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-1096722944633739273?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/1096722944633739273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/10/stilt-walkerbigger-than-you-attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/1096722944633739273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/1096722944633739273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/10/stilt-walkerbigger-than-you-attitude.html' title='Stilt Walker_Bigger Than You Attitude'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IByUE3shn_w/TojpLhOYeeI/AAAAAAAAC94/FjLWiTCeQG4/s72-c/Bigger+Than+You2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-5448680144353268855</id><published>2011-09-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:30:27.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LB Products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charact Briefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West Street Journal'/><title type='text'>The Charact Front Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/the_charact_stories_photoenlargement-190917614003632143?rf=238472053063395689"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Charact Stories photoenlargement" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/the_charact_stories_photoenlargement-raed49ced47204ee5aa6129e000fa3dec_fkna_325.jpg" style="border: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/the_charact_stories_photoenlargement-190917614003632143?rf=238472053063395689"&gt;The Charact Stories&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/gnzazzle*"&gt;gnzazzle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/custom/photoprints?rf=238472053063395689"&gt;matte photo print&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/the_charact_stories_photoenlargement-190158366738444536?gl=gnzazzle&amp;amp;rf=238472053063395689"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Charact Stories photoenlargement" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/the_charact_stories_photoenlargement-r928dae28cba441c9b135ffe1848625b8_fkna_325.jpg" style="border: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/the_charact_stories_photoenlargement-190158366738444536?gl=gnzazzle&amp;amp;rf=238472053063395689"&gt;The Charact Stories&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/gnzazzle*"&gt;gnzazzle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more about &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/custom/photoprints?rf=238472053063395689"&gt;digital online photo printing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like a copy of some of my stories in photo, you can buy them at Zazzle for just&amp;nbsp; $5.38. You can also join Zazzle and sell your work. Zazzle does beautiful work. You will love the results of printing your work. I think they are the best in printing online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-5448680144353268855?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/5448680144353268855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/09/charact-front-pages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5448680144353268855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5448680144353268855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/09/charact-front-pages.html' title='The Charact Front Pages'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-5506904963314792585</id><published>2011-08-12T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:41:16.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke Ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West Street Journal'/><title type='text'>The Ash Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://sites.google.com/site/thecharact/Home/west-street-journal" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlBC3yuHdMA/TkV_OP7CAzI/AAAAAAAAC7w/a_WjKJ9yWGI/s640/West+Street+4.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are a smoker, wouldn't it be nice if you could leave your cigarette or cigar as ashes and never return to smoking it again? That is what Ms. Daniels wanted to do to Cigar the Man. She believed that he could be destroyed out of the lives of millions of people. To Ms. Daniels, it was not impossible. However, Little Benny warned her that Cigar was a bad spirit that could not be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Charact Website, I am starting a page for &lt;a href="https://sites.google.com/site/thecharact/Home/west-street-journal"&gt;The West Street Journal. &lt;/a&gt;There you will find out how Cigar got turned into ashes by a character named Ms. Daniels.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-5506904963314792585?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/5506904963314792585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/08/ash-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5506904963314792585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5506904963314792585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/08/ash-story.html' title='The Ash Story'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlBC3yuHdMA/TkV_OP7CAzI/AAAAAAAAC7w/a_WjKJ9yWGI/s72-c/West+Street+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-172321473586221921</id><published>2011-07-23T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:07:49.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the Face Page'/><title type='text'>Mr. Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puPoTDT-BXk/TitwLN_ozWI/AAAAAAAAC64/5S1RoBDMLFM/s1600/fear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puPoTDT-BXk/TitwLN_ozWI/AAAAAAAAC64/5S1RoBDMLFM/s320/fear.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3a434e; display: block; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Old Bad Fear is another one of Little Benny's enemies. He puts fear and doubt into Benny's heart, mind, and eyes. Fear get's in the way of Little Benny's faith. He slows him down from doing the things that he could do.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;However, it is good to have some fear which makes Little Benny cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3a434e; display: block; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-172321473586221921?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/172321473586221921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/07/mr-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/172321473586221921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/172321473586221921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/07/mr-fear.html' title='Mr. Fear'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puPoTDT-BXk/TitwLN_ozWI/AAAAAAAAC64/5S1RoBDMLFM/s72-c/fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-3618126630648023444</id><published>2011-07-23T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T17:57:47.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke Ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the Face Page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>There is Danger in Smoking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTgijrxy0nE/Titts95tZwI/AAAAAAAAC60/xIF65Hg-PSM/s1600/cigar+closeup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTgijrxy0nE/Titts95tZwI/AAAAAAAAC60/xIF65Hg-PSM/s400/cigar+closeup.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Little Benny is always remembering his past. Especially, when he is tempted.&amp;nbsp;He is always tempted by his enemy, Cigar, an evil spirit. He tells Benny to live a little. When Cigar tells Benny to live a little, he means only a little. He does not want little Benny to live at all. What he is really telling Little Benny is to die. Cigar tells Benny to smoke, drink, and have a ball. He tries to make Benny see that there is no danger in having a drink or two, smoking a cigar every once and a while, and so on. For a long time, it does seem okay until it all catches up with you later on in life. When you look in the mirrow, you began to look old before your time. That is death talking to you right then and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-3618126630648023444?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/3618126630648023444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-benny-is-always-remembering-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/3618126630648023444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/3618126630648023444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-benny-is-always-remembering-his.html' title='There is Danger in Smoking!'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTgijrxy0nE/Titts95tZwI/AAAAAAAAC60/xIF65Hg-PSM/s72-c/cigar+closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-8174052635980390418</id><published>2011-07-21T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:50:46.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the Face Page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Am I Good Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gV1zStzdCaI/Tii6qxfl6xI/AAAAAAAAC6c/iQA-2EF1tkI/s1600/Just+Benny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gV1zStzdCaI/Tii6qxfl6xI/AAAAAAAAC6c/iQA-2EF1tkI/s400/Just+Benny.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 3:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tells us that there is none righteous, no, not one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Gal. 3:22)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But the scripture hath concluded all under sin, that the promise by faith of Jesus Christ might be given to them that believe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Matt.19:17&lt;/strong&gt;)&amp;nbsp;And he said unto him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Why callest thou me&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;strong&gt;there is none good but&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;one, that is,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;if thou wilt enter into life, keep the commandments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(18) He saith unto him, Which?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jesus said, Thou shalt do no murder, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness,&lt;span style="color: blanchedalmond;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(19)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Honour thy father and thy mother: and,&amp;nbsp;Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3a434e; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Little Benny had to ask himself, "Am I a sinner or am I good enough as I am?" Little Benny was led by the scripture as he read&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Matt.22:37&lt;/strong&gt;, "Jesus said unto him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(38)&lt;/span&gt;This is the first and great commandment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blanchedalmond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(39)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(40)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-8174052635980390418?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/8174052635980390418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/07/am-i-good-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8174052635980390418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8174052635980390418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/07/am-i-good-enough.html' title='Am I Good Enough'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gV1zStzdCaI/Tii6qxfl6xI/AAAAAAAAC6c/iQA-2EF1tkI/s72-c/Just+Benny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-9207455441608592840</id><published>2011-06-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:14:18.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the Face Page'/><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCj4C3nbswQ/S3nEK_SgkkI/AAAAAAAABxk/UUh_5ZTtU40/s1600/Face+page+header.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="92" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCj4C3nbswQ/S3nEK_SgkkI/AAAAAAAABxk/UUh_5ZTtU40/s320/Face+page+header.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-2p92wMpaI/S3nFN_-tPVI/AAAAAAAABx0/jIay0PTUuq0/s1600/Face+Page+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-2p92wMpaI/S3nFN_-tPVI/AAAAAAAABx0/jIay0PTUuq0/s320/Face+Page+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I see a lot of fear on faces. People are afraid that they will loose their jobs wondering if they will find another one. We are in bondage to work, credit cards, and bills. Some people are in great debt. They are sick, tired, and worried about their hospital bills. There are families that are sad and unhappy together. We live in so much fear that it is a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(St. Luke 21:25-28)&lt;/b&gt; And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; &lt;b&gt;(26)&lt;/b&gt; Men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. &lt;b&gt;(27)&lt;/b&gt; And then shall they see the Son of man coming in the cloud with power and great glory. &lt;b&gt;(28)&lt;/b&gt; And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-9207455441608592840?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/9207455441608592840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/06/fear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/9207455441608592840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/9207455441608592840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/06/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCj4C3nbswQ/S3nEK_SgkkI/AAAAAAAABxk/UUh_5ZTtU40/s72-c/Face+page+header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-6216735515467155557</id><published>2011-05-15T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:09:50.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke Ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the Face Page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Breaking a Smoking Habit May Be Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQjaAKVyG8U/Tc_sHVYTeZI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/QS8qkjk2ZzQ/s1600/Cigar%252520Air%2525202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQjaAKVyG8U/Tc_sHVYTeZI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/QS8qkjk2ZzQ/s320/Cigar%252520Air%2525202.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;When a person wants to stop smoking, it may be very hard. To be around others that smoke sure doesn’t help. Smoking can become addictive because of the nicotine. It may attack the lungs, the mouth, the bloodstream, and possibly more. Nicotine is nothing but a drug. I have noticed that when friends are stressed out, they feel that they need to smoke. I guess that it must help calm their nerves or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;When I see them smoking, I believe that it attacks their brain and way of thinking. The reason I think that it attacks their way of thinking, because if they didn’t know that it was time for their cigarette break, while they were lost in their work, they would not think to smoke. I have caught a few friends on the job that smoked that almost missed their cigarette break not knowing. When they feel that they need to smoke, maybe it is just all in the mind. I’m only speculating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Some people stop smoking and never go back to it. For some, damage may have already been done to their bodies. I knew of someone that died of cancer because of smoking. Friends that saw her die are still smoking. Some people that I know that are smoking seemed to have aged over the years. Their skin looks so wrinkled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;It’s terrible to be around friends when they are smoking. It may affect you although you may not smoke. You may get itching and burning eyes, and it’s possible that it can get into your nose, throat, and lungs too. Being around cigarette smoke has always made me cough. Whenever I am riding in a car with a friend that smokes, the smoke attacks extremely bad. I have got to roll the windows down. I try not to be around the smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-6216735515467155557?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/6216735515467155557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/05/breaking-smoking-habit-may-be-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/6216735515467155557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/6216735515467155557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/05/breaking-smoking-habit-may-be-hard.html' title='Breaking a Smoking Habit May Be Hard'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PQjaAKVyG8U/Tc_sHVYTeZI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/QS8qkjk2ZzQ/s72-c/Cigar%252520Air%2525202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-7678718380005933685</id><published>2011-04-01T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T18:00:06.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From the Face Page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny and Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Little Benny Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S3nEfiAdjzI/AAAAAAAABxs/iQOUhA8KV3E/s400/Disgusted2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S3nEfiAdjzI/AAAAAAAABxs/iQOUhA8KV3E/s400/Disgusted2.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the Face Page&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Little Benny never got the chance to talk to Jessica because she was just too busy moving in across the street. He had not been talking to Tommie Girl either. Tommie was having so many problems, and Benny felt that he had to let her have some space. Little Benny thought he needed to sit quite and spend time alone to meditate about his own life and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was beginning to understand what his great enemy was all about and how he was trying to deceive him and the whole world. Cigar was an enemy that the world could not see or understand. So Benny decided to explain to little children how smoking cigars was a poison and how an evil spirit called sickness would attack their health. They did not know that Little Benny was talking about a real person also from a dark evil world. That part was kept secret. Benny felt that if Cigar ever approached some of the children, they would recognize the mystery of his story. Explaining to children about a real man named Cigar would have been too much. Nobody believed his story as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny began to see how the&amp;nbsp;scriptures&amp;nbsp;of the Holy Bible were telling the story of what was truly going on in the world. Cigar was a man that was from evil and high places. Not all of the world could see him. Little Benny could see, but it was not time for him to tell the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-7678718380005933685?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/7678718380005933685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-benny-meditation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/7678718380005933685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/7678718380005933685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-benny-meditation.html' title='Little Benny Meditation'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S3nEfiAdjzI/AAAAAAAABxs/iQOUhA8KV3E/s72-c/Disgusted2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-6002535496082118204</id><published>2011-02-05T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T10:07:23.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny and Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Little Benny Meets Jessica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Little Benny went across the street to introduce himself to Jessica. When Jessica saw his face, she knew that it was Benny. She shook his hand and said, “Hi, Benny. I’ve seen you in the paper.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Benny saw Jessica, he thought, “This looks like the girl I have been dreaming about. I dreamed about her, and now I’m seeing her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica went on to talk and said, “I know that you are not crazy. You have seen Cigar, and I have seen him too in my dreams.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny just starred at Jessica and thought, “She’s a dreamer too.” Then Benny said, “Yea, and I have seen you in my dreams.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica saw the hat that she had made that was given to Benny. She said, “You have a gift, Benny.” Jessica was not talking about the hat being the gift. She knew there was something spiritual about Little Benny. Jessica knew also that her father had given Benny the hat. She knew that her father had the same gift as she did, and he thought it was the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny said to Jessica, “Everybody in town thinks I’m crazy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica said, “I know you’re not. I’ll talk to you about it later. I’ve got some places to go. It’s nice to meet you.” Jessica got into her car and drove off. Benny was left standing in hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-6002535496082118204?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/6002535496082118204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-benny-meets-jessica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/6002535496082118204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/6002535496082118204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-benny-meets-jessica.html' title='Little Benny Meets Jessica'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-8637351293772080410</id><published>2011-01-21T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:56:05.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny and Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Little Benny's New Neighbor</title><content type='html'>Little Benny loved &lt;a href="http://thecharact.blogspot.com/search/label/Tommie%20Girl"&gt;Tommie Girl&lt;/a&gt;, but Tommie had too many problems. Still, that did not stop Little Benny from talking with her. Everyday he would call to see how she was doing. Tommie loved Benny too, but she did not show it. That made Benny wonder how she felt about him. He was called by the Lord to do great work and to save people. Somehow, he felt that he was being led away from Tommie Girl. Benny also felt that Tommie Girl did not want to be around him. He was sad and thought about Tommie everyday. Benny was very unsure of Tommie because he knew that Tommie Girl was seeing a guy name Reggie Jenkins (Racoon). He was a guy that was no good for her and worked for Cigar. Benny knew it. He did not understand Tommie Girl. Benny often watched and studied her. He thought, “Maybe, I better leave Tommie Girl alone”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone new moved across the street from Little Benny. It was &lt;a href="http://thecharact.blogspot.com/search/label/Jessica"&gt;Jessica Lee. &lt;/a&gt;She did not know that Benny lived across the street. When Benny saw her, he thought to himself, “Now who is that moving across the street in front of me?” Little Benny stood peeping out of the window. He did not know that it was Stilt Walker’s daughter, and Stilt Walker did not know that she was back in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-8637351293772080410?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/8637351293772080410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-bennys-new-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8637351293772080410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8637351293772080410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-bennys-new-neighbor.html' title='Little Benny&apos;s New Neighbor'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-6160389230256661147</id><published>2011-01-05T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:20:04.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storyboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tommie Girl'/><title type='text'>Tommie and Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.freewebs.com/gnstorybook/Storyboard%20Pages/T%20storyboard%202.JPG" width="390" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tommie Girl explained to the children that they were living in a lost world. She explained that they were following an evil man. Tommie told them that Cigar was leading them away from Jesus Christ and his commandments. She secretly led a lost little boy and girl back to their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6 Children obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. (2) Honour thy father and mother; (which is the first commandment with promise:) (3) That it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-6160389230256661147?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/6160389230256661147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/01/tommie-and-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/6160389230256661147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/6160389230256661147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/01/tommie-and-children.html' title='Tommie and Children'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-7505476072546273729</id><published>2011-01-01T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:47:27.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>That's My King</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="227" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzqTFNfeDnE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzqTFNfeDnE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="227"&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/9001276724626574471-7505476072546273729?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/7505476072546273729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/01/thats-my-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/7505476072546273729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/7505476072546273729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2011/01/thats-my-king.html' title='That&apos;s My King'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-1519648737251544119</id><published>2010-12-01T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:51:19.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny and Friends'/><title type='text'>Little Benny and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/Copy%20of%20lb%20calendar.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-1519648737251544119?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/1519648737251544119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-benny-and-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/1519648737251544119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/1519648737251544119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-benny-and-friends.html' title='Little Benny and Friends'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-6258544055238843252</id><published>2010-11-07T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:39:10.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storyboard'/><title type='text'>Little Benny Storm of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/gnstorybook/Storyboard%20Pages/against%20the%20wind2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-6258544055238843252?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/6258544055238843252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-benny-storm-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/6258544055238843252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/6258544055238843252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-benny-storm-of-life.html' title='Little Benny Storm of Life'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-4077185521285615681</id><published>2010-10-26T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:51:37.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica'/><title type='text'>Jessica Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="320" src="http://www.freewebs.com/gnstorybook/Jessica.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jessica Lee Walker is the daughter of Stilt-Walker who is the circus man on stilts. He never told Little Benny about her. Jessica Lee is half black and half Mexican. Stilt-Walker refuses to talk about his daughter. He never mentions her to anyone. Jessica is a strange girl. Stilt-Walker was afraid of her ability. Jessica’s mother died when Jessica was at age 9, but Jessica could still reach her spiritually. She could also reach her dead kin that she never knew because they were always reaching out to her. Jessica never tried to conjure up the dead. She just had a special ability to hear her love ones speaking to her. Because of her special ability, her and her father never got along. Stilt-Walker thought that his daughter was a witch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stilt-Walker had given away his present to Little Benny that was made by his daughter. The present was the hat that Little Benny wears on his head. Every night when Little Benny fell asleep on the couch with it on, he would dream about Jessica. He never met Jessica before. Jessica was alive and well in California. Little Benny lived in North Carolina. For some reason, he dreamed about Jessica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Little Benny would often complain to Stilt-Walker about the girl that he dreamed about. One day he described her to Stilt-Walker. That made Stilt-Walker very nervous because it sounded like his daughter. He asked Benny did&amp;nbsp; she have a name, but Benny did not know her name. From then on, whenever Little Benny would mention his dreams about Jessica, Stilt-Walker would interrupt him and jump on another subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #838383;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Meanwhile, in California, Jessica could see Little Benny in her mind while reading about him in the newspaper. He was the man that everyone thought was crazy because he was seeing a man that did not seem to exist to the public which is Cigar. Jessica had moved to California to get a job and to be far away from her father. She felt an urge to go back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #838383;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #838383;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jessica and Little Benny were simply blessed with a gift to see things that ordinary people could not see with the natural eye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-4077185521285615681?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/4077185521285615681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/10/jessica-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/4077185521285615681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/4077185521285615681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/10/jessica-lee.html' title='Jessica Lee'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-1022523265964472986</id><published>2010-10-05T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:42:01.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West Street Journal'/><title type='text'>Cigar Keys Fiction News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TKvFUvdu3_I/AAAAAAAACSs/GE6L6OLc7LQ/s1600/west+street+journal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="321" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524726328029274098" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TKvFUvdu3_I/AAAAAAAACSs/GE6L6OLc7LQ/s540/west+street+journal.jpg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cigar Keys is a dangerous man. He Hates Christians, and he does not worship God. He has no identity, his place of birth is unknown, and he has no relatives. The public is unaware of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cigar teaches the children to play cards, shoot pool, and gamble. The children have so much fun that they don't want to go home and obey their parents. Then Cigar teaches them to drink liquor and smoke cigars. This helps the children to smoke drugs. The children began to steal and kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little children, let no man deceive you...(1John 3:7).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-1022523265964472986?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/1022523265964472986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/10/cigar-keys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/1022523265964472986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/1022523265964472986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/10/cigar-keys.html' title='Cigar Keys Fiction News'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TKvFUvdu3_I/AAAAAAAACSs/GE6L6OLc7LQ/s72-c/west+street+journal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-5119821377783785539</id><published>2010-09-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:12:56.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Bio'/><title type='text'>Character Bio</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="110" src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/character%20bio.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_34227025"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_34227026"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', 'lucida sans', arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Press cards:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; are nationally recognized and accepted by the police. These characters are&amp;nbsp;identified as working journalists. They write about themselves but not with pen and paper. The life that they live writes and speaks&amp;nbsp;for them. They are well known and are always in the newspapers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', 'lucida sans', arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', 'lucida sans', arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/badge6703570a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', 'lucida sans', arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Benny's Bio:&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A Christian leader chosen to save lost children. He drank and loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;to smoke cigars. Little Benny was known as a sinner, but one day his life changed. He&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;gave his heart to the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Little Benny is six ft. tall, he has gray eyes, has dark brown&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;hair, and was born in NC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Note: You can get your badges made too at&lt;span style="color: mediumblue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/" style="color: #5377b4; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/badge173501a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cigar Keys&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;is known as a demon and an Anti-Christ. His place of birth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;is unknown and he has no relatives. Cigar is a dangerous man who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;hates Christians and does not worship God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/badge8226244a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stilt-Walker&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a circus man and a friend to Little Benny. He walks on stilts and stands high above the ground. Together, Little Benny and Stilt-Walker fights evil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/badge3606153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;works for the bad guys like Cigar Keys. She is a traitor to Little Benny, and she feels sad about&amp;nbsp; it. Will she ever change? Does she really have a heart for Benny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/Milkman%20Moby.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When Little Benny takes in the lost children and hides them from evil,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Milkman Moby&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;helps him out by making sure the children are fed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img height="303" src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/Copy%20of%20badge7119831.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;lives in a bad neighborhood, and he is lost. He looks up to Little Benny and likes to follow him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/Tommie%20Girl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: mediumblue; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8d8063; font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', 'lucida sans', arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tommie Girl&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;is a tomboy. She is from the projects and admires Little Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/Sower.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sower&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is Little Benny's conscience. There is no barcode on his badge because he is heavenly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/Raccoon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Raccoon loved Tommie Girl since he was a little boy. His real name is Reggie, but he was nick named Raccoon. Reggie was born with a streak of strange colored hair down his neck and back. Tommie girl never paid any attention to him. She was four years older than he. Reggie never told Tommie how he felt about her. He kept his feelings on the inside of him for a number of years. But one day, Reggie out grew those feelings and became a bad guy. His parents never spent time with him, and the big bad guy named Cigar took over in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/Mr.%20Fear%20badge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/Jessica%20badge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-5119821377783785539?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/5119821377783785539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/09/press-cards-are-nationally-recognized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5119821377783785539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5119821377783785539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/09/press-cards-are-nationally-recognized.html' title='Character Bio'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-5710454259224296898</id><published>2010-08-28T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:58:59.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Draw Nigh to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Rev.1:5-6) And from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, (6) And hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Rev. 20:6) Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resurrection: on such the second death hath no power, but they shall be priests of God and of Christ, and shall reign with him a thousand years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;James 4:8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/PIT1.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-5710454259224296898?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/5710454259224296898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/08/draw-nigh-to-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5710454259224296898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5710454259224296898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/08/draw-nigh-to-god.html' title='Draw Nigh to God'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-7958935100122550129</id><published>2010-08-28T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:57:35.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LB Products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Benny Walking With Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Walking Along With Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://sites.google.com/site/thecharact/christ/walk.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;© 2010 Gail Nobles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="https://sites.google.com/site/thecharact/christ/designall.jpg?height=420&amp;amp;width=420" style="height: 378px; width: 367px;" width="420" /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/walk_with_jesus_kedsshoe-167023492231674056" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Walk With Jesus Keds Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-7958935100122550129?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/7958935100122550129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/08/benny-walking-with-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/7958935100122550129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/7958935100122550129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/08/benny-walking-with-jesus.html' title='Benny Walking With Jesus'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-351323472874155089</id><published>2010-08-13T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:43:33.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tommie Girl'/><title type='text'>Tommie Girl's Fashion Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tommie Girl's Fashion Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;© 2007 Gail Nobles. All rights reserved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgYDTrJ_9jQ/Tii4vIjMLfI/AAAAAAAAC50/lF2GDTz5cHo/s1600/Tommie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgYDTrJ_9jQ/Tii4vIjMLfI/AAAAAAAAC50/lF2GDTz5cHo/s320/Tommie.JPG" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie girl&amp;nbsp;is a tomboy who wants to have children someday. Tommie only knew her father. She learned a lot from him. When he died, Tommie was very lonely. Her father was the only man that she ever trusted. Tommie was afraid to marry and let someone else into her life. She started her own clothing business selling on the streets. Tommie named her business Tommie Gee’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYSoRb4Kmn8/Tii45djZzzI/AAAAAAAAC54/H_B0Ni0o_wY/s1600/T+Hood+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYSoRb4Kmn8/Tii45djZzzI/AAAAAAAAC54/H_B0Ni0o_wY/s1600/T+Hood+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;There is something special about the hood that she wears. It is interchangeable. Tommie can change it into a cloak to hide children close to her from evil. She is undercover and can hide her face with her hood. Tommie can button the hood over the lower part of her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ab3YLlrmK2o/Tii49q3Bj_I/AAAAAAAAC58/HYLInxKTTuE/s1600/Tommie+hood+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ab3YLlrmK2o/Tii49q3Bj_I/AAAAAAAAC58/HYLInxKTTuE/s1600/Tommie+hood+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommie girl met an evil business man named Cigar who sold cigars. He is like a dream man that likes to make the young folks believe that he can give them heaven on earth. Cigar helped Tommie get a real business started, and he got part of the money. Tommie felt that she owed Cigar a lot for helping her, and she found out later that he was committing a crime. She hated what Cigar was doing to the little children of all ages. He led them to crime so they could work for him. Cigar turned them into drug dealers, street gangs, muggers, killers, and any other kind of criminal that he could make them become. This brought a little conflict between him and Tommie girl. She did not argue much with Cigar, but she secretly worked against him. Tommie girl was sad that she got her business started with Cigar. Sometimes a plan may seem perfect, but what about the price? Tommie girl began to worry about her life. She felt that she was in danger along with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Falcon Wings&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl had a heart for the religious leader, Little Benny. She kept her distance because he was a Christian. Tommie girl worked for an evil man. Little Benny thought that she looked like a boy and never paid attention to her. But that part did not seem to bother Tommie Girl. She knew she could fix that problem whenever she wanted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl did not feel good about her own self because she came from the projects. She really didn’t have much freedom working for an evil man. When Tommie Girl was a little girl, she would often dream of being a falcon. She wanted to be a falcon to fly away from the crime that was going on around her in the hood. Tommie Girl wanted to live on the country side of life. So that gave her the idea to design falcon wings into a vest that she made. Whenever Tommie Girl dressed up, she felt like a new person. She felt good about herself, but it never went to her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO50HqJC7vU/Tii5FL4XumI/AAAAAAAAC6A/186vTKxxbLw/s1600/sleeveless3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lO50HqJC7vU/Tii5FL4XumI/AAAAAAAAC6A/186vTKxxbLw/s320/sleeveless3.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Little Benny seemed different from any of the guys in her neighborhood. They were all on drugs and into crime. That’s why Tommie Girl liked Little Benny. Her father was the only decent man she knew. Then Little Benny caught her eye at the park. Whenever Little Benny saw Tommie Girl at the park, he did not know that he was looking at the same woman. He thought he was looking at someone else. Little Benny had often seen Tommie Girl at a street corner store. That’s when she looked like a boy. When she looked like a beautiful woman, Benny paid more attention to her, but he never asked her out on a date. He had his eyes on someone else. Little Benny was not hasty in choosing a woman. He knew that he was trying to live his life as a Christian, and he wanted a Christian woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReYaYtuzGsY/Tii5LfmBFEI/AAAAAAAAC6E/L2UavvBomYU/s1600/benny2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReYaYtuzGsY/Tii5LfmBFEI/AAAAAAAAC6E/L2UavvBomYU/s320/benny2.JPG" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl kept her tomboy disguise to herself when she found out that Little Benny did not recognize her looking like a gorgeous model. She would not dare to tell him that she was from the projects. Little Benny could see in Tommie Girl’s eyes that she admired him. He did not know that she was the tomboy that wore glasses. Tommie Girl did not wear her glasses when she was dressed up. Whenever Little Benny would talk to Tommie at the park, he studied her. He found out that she had a great love for children, and he became a little more interested in her. Tommie Girl wanted to tell Benny about the evil leader known as Cigar, but she was so afraid. Little Benny wanted to talk to Tommie Girl about helping him rescue children from the hands of Cigar, but he thought it was too dangerous for Tommie. Whenever Tommie and Benny departed, they departed unsatisfied. Whenever they went to the park, they were always looking for each other. Now, Tommie Girl felt like she had some falcon wings and a place to fly to whenever she wanted to get away from the projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Christian Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Little Benny and Tommie Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VT3jkiexXlE/Tii5Qx3T6LI/AAAAAAAAC6I/rUWSJYCUXSs/s1600/friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VT3jkiexXlE/Tii5Qx3T6LI/AAAAAAAAC6I/rUWSJYCUXSs/s320/friends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Little Benny went down to the street corner store near the projects. He needed to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;some bandages. Benny was bleeding because he got cut on the arm by someone that tried to rob him. He beat up the robber pretty bad. Little Benny was upset and angry. Tommie girl worked in the store and was surprised to see Benny. She watched Benny with concern wearing her glasses, baseball cap, jersey, and jeans. When Little Benny asked for bandages, Tommie girl got them and opened them up to wrap Little Benny’s arm. “How much are they?” asked Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl would not answer right away. She just helped Benny with his arm. Then she answered, “No charge.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“Are you a guy or a girl?” asked Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“I’m a girl,” answered Tommie. She did not seem to mind Benny asking her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“Oh!” said Benny, “I think I see now. Your cap was hiding your face.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Little Benny thanked Tommie Girl for helping him. He rushed out of the store because he wanted to hurry up and get down to the park. Not knowing that it was Tommie Girl that he was talking to in the store, he waited to meet her at the park in the evening. But, Tommie Girl did not show up for several days. Little Benny was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;sad because he was really starting to like Tommie Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl stood off from a distance and saw Little Benny looking sad at the park. “I can’t let him into my life,” she thought. Tommie felt Benny needing her friendship, and she was needing his too. She thought about her mean boss, Cigar Keys. He was powerful. “I don’t want Benny to get hurt.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Little Benny looked up and saw Tommie Girl, but he was looking at the tomboy he saw at the store. Tommie Girl saw Benny walking towards her. She stood and waited for him. When Benny got close to her he asked, “Aren’t you the girl that works at the corner store?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“Yea, that’s me, and I bet you are looking for Tommie Girl,” Tommie said. She knew Benny didn’t recognize her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“You know her?” asked Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie said, “ Yea, she lives a dangerous life. Forget about her.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Benny asked, “What do you mean?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;All that Tommie girl had to do was just say one word. “Cigar Keys.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Benny eyes became wide. “What? You know him too?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie looked away and took her eyes off of Benny and said, “Tommie knows him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Benny was ready to find Tommie. “Where is she? Is she alright?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“She’s fine. Tommie’s a big girl, and she can take care of herself,” said Tommie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Benny said, “I need to find her!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“No! I told you that her life is dangerous. Leave her alone. Stay away,” demanded Tommie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Then Benny replied, “Her life can’t be no more dangerous than mine. Tell me where she is.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl was ready to get away from Benny. “The last time I saw her, she was at the corner store this morning. If I see her again, I will tell her you asked about her. Goodbye!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl ran off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Little Benny asked himself, “How did she know I was looking for Tommie?” Benny had a lot of questions. “I wonder what her name is. I believe she knows more than what she’s telling me.” Little Benny began to think that Tommie Girl was not the right girl to get involved with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Now, Benny knew where Cigar Keys lived. He stayed away from Cigar because he knew Cigar was his enemy and enemy to children. Cigar began to seem like an enemy to women as well. Little Benny was very worried about Tommie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Several weeks had gone by. There was no sign of Tommie Girl. Little Benny would often stop by the corner store to see if she was there. He started to feel very lonesome and depressed missing her. Little Benny started thinking that maybe Cigar was Tommie Girl’s boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl was getting ready to close up the corner store late that evening. When she stepped out locking the door behind her, she saw Little Benny across the street. He was sitting on the steps at an old school. He looked kind of dressed up in a white shirt and dress pants with the Bible in his hand. Tommie Girl went to see him. She said, “Hey! What’s up?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Benny barely smiled. “Hello and what’s your name?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie hesitated for a second and then she answered him and said, “You can call me Falcon. It is my nick name. I will tell you why one day.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Benny hung his head. “Well, I’m Benny. I know you don’t know me, but I was thinking about asking you if you wanted to go church with me tonight. There is going to be a special Bible study night there for single people. Are you single?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl did not want to say yes, but she hated to say no. “Well, I hate wearing dresses.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“You don’t have to wear a dress. Go there as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;,” said Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl was not feeling good about life at all. She felt that she needed to go into a place of worship. “Well, okay. I will go with you, Benny. But, I don’t won’t to enter into a church dressed like this. I wouldn’t feel right. I think I have a skirt and blouse to wear. Let me go home and change.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Benny felt happy. “Great! Meet me at the park. I will wait for you there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Soon Tommie Girl was at the park with Benny in her skirt and blouse. She was still wearing her glasses so Benny wouldn’t recognize her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“You look very nice, Falcon,” said Benny starring at Tommie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl (Falcon) said, “Thank you”. She was feeling very shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl and Benny had a great time at the church. They left the church feeling good about being single after Bible study. Tommie and Benny walked back to the park together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Because it was dark, Benny wanted to walk Tommie Girl to her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Benny said, “ Let me walk you home”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl started wishing that she wasn’t single. She did not want to leave Benny, and she did not want to go home. Little Benny could sense it. Tommie said, “I don’t think walking me home is a good idea.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” said Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“You are a good Christian guy. I wish that all men were like you,” said Tommie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“You are pretty special yourself,” said Benny. “I would like to see you again”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;“Okay,” answered Tommie quickly. “Don’t worry about taking me home. My ride is here. If it be God’s will, I will see you tomorrow. I will be right there at the corner store. You know where to find me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl had called a taxi to pick her up. When she had got into the taxi, Little Benny had a strange feeling about the taxi driver. Tommie Girl did not want to leave Benny and kept looking back at him. Benny did not want to wave goodbye because he was afraid he wasn’t going to see her again. Tommie Girl could feel a strong vibration of care from Benny and Benny could feel it from Tommie. They both had Christian love for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tommie Girl Emerges From Her Cocoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSfCQwlJvgU/Tii5Xj4_ADI/AAAAAAAAC6M/r8DLwlqWOro/s1600/Tommie+sits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSfCQwlJvgU/Tii5Xj4_ADI/AAAAAAAAC6M/r8DLwlqWOro/s320/Tommie+sits.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl began to mature more after meeting Benny. She thought, “I have got to get away from the projects and get away from Cigar.” Tommie did not feel free in her life. She felt that Cigar was trying to own her, and he always threatened her to make her afraid. Tommie Girl could not have any friends because of Cigar. When he found out that she went to church with Benny, he almost had a fit. Cigar was always trying to tell Tommie Girl how to live her life and what friends to choose. He did not want her to go to church. A few people have tried to help Tommie Girl and be friends with her, but Cigar always ran them away behind her back. Many blessings were there waiting for Tommie, but Cigar would cut down her blessings out of jealousy. Tommie knew her life would be better if she got away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommie decided that she needed to have a serious talk with Little Benny. She wanted him to see underneath her disguise. Tommie wanted Benny to know that she was the same girl who worked in the street corner store. So she got in touch with Benny and asked him to meet her in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Benny met her, he was happy and surprised. “Where have you been?” he asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommie answered and said, “I have been right here with you all the time. When you didn’t see me here at the park, I was there working at the corner store. I am the girl name Falcon. I am the girl that you saw at the park name Tommie Girl with the falcon design on the vest I wore that day. I’m sorry that I wasn’t honest with you. I didn’t want you to know the real me. I’m a girl in trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” asked Benny. Tommie Girl told Benny all about Cigar and how she wanted to get away from him. When she told him, she felt strength and began to tell him more as he talked with her. Tommie began to emerge out of the cocoon that she was in. She felt like a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Little Benny felt troubled. He wanted Tommie Girl to stay at his place, but he knew that Cigar would come and look for Tommie there. Benny wanted to tell Tommie Girl about the church hideout that he had for children, but he was afraid to trust Tommie Girl one hundred percent. Benny did not know what to tell Tommie. Then he said, “There are shelters for women. You can hide there for a while until I find you a place in the country.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Tommie Girl thought for a minute. She was feeling desperate. “I don’t know. I hate to leave some of those children behind that is in his gang. Some of them want to get out of his gang and can’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry about them,” said Benny. “ I will take care of them and sneak them out. Let’s take care of you first.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tommie Girl went to the women’s shelter and waited there for Benny to come back for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tommie Girl Shoots Cigar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ho2KfcGNng/Tii5eMc6ENI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/IKOyhqNAOX0/s1600/Tommie+Gun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ho2KfcGNng/Tii5eMc6ENI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/IKOyhqNAOX0/s320/Tommie+Gun.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tommie Girl wasn't a bad girl, but when she found out that Cigar Keys killed her father, she was ready to kill him. Found out from a guy that worked for Cigar named Reggie Jenkins known as Raccoon. Tommie met him at the bookstore. She had not seen Raccoon sense high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tommie was out of the women's shelter and staying on the country side where she always wanted to be. She kept the bad news away from Little Benny. Tommie did not tell Benny that she had plans to go back to visit the projects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Raccoon loved Tommie girl, and he became afraid after he told her the bad news. He gave Tommie girl a laser gun that he had made so she could protect herself. "I thought you knew how&amp;nbsp; your father died, Tommie," said Raccoon. Tommie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;kept her head hung down. Raccoon kept talking. "It was all over town that Cigar fixed some drug poison in some cigars that killed him instantly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhmbzNW9sk4/Tii5j2dX-VI/AAAAAAAAC6U/fvSV_relsPc/s1600/racoon+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RhmbzNW9sk4/Tii5j2dX-VI/AAAAAAAAC6U/fvSV_relsPc/s320/racoon+3.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tommie looked down at the laser gun sitting in Racoon's van with him. She did not let Raccoon know that she wasn't going to just use the gun for protection, but to use it to kill. She led Raccoon to believe that she was hurt but calm. On the inside, Tommie was mad and bitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When she had finished talking to Raccoon, she drove straight to the projects and stood by the window of Cigar's home. Tommie saw him threatening a little boy about drug money. When the little boy left Cigar's house, Tommie Girl shot right in Cigar's window, and the bullet went straight through Cigar's shoulder. He did not know what hit him. Cigar fell to the floor. Tommie left the projects and drove off in a hurry. She knew that Cigar was not of flesh and blood. He was a demon using a physical body. "What was I thinking?" Tommie asked herself hurt and confused. She cried speeding down the street, thinking of the sixth commandment "Thou Shalt Not Kill". Tommie thought, "I feel hate in my heart making me want to kill that man. I know I can't kill him, and I don't want to be the demon he is. I've got to get back to the country side."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-351323472874155089?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/351323472874155089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/08/tommie-girls-fashion-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/351323472874155089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/351323472874155089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/08/tommie-girls-fashion-story.html' title='Tommie Girl&apos;s Fashion Story'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgYDTrJ_9jQ/Tii4vIjMLfI/AAAAAAAAC50/lF2GDTz5cHo/s72-c/Tommie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-4185195912281406436</id><published>2010-07-12T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T17:24:59.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sower'/><title type='text'>The Sower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvLlxih3UI/AAAAAAAACKI/8xXh28OqZzg/s1600/The%2520Sower%2520incorruptible2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvLlxih3UI/AAAAAAAACKI/8xXh28OqZzg/s640/The%2520Sower%2520incorruptible2.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny's Heart Is Heavy and Ears Dull of Hearing The sower that scatters the seed is Jesus Christ and by his ministers. A sower talks to a Christian leader named Little Benny and gives him the word. He is like a guide for Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it is hard for Benny to see, hear, and understand. That only happens when his heart is heavy. Little Benny's heart was so heavy that he was ready to leave this old earth to be with the Lord. He wanted to go before his time, but God was not ready for him. So Benny had to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvL54FCkCI/AAAAAAAACKQ/0ida4R5gjqU/s1600/The%2520Sower%2520incorruptible%25202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvL54FCkCI/AAAAAAAACKQ/0ida4R5gjqU/s400/The%2520Sower%2520incorruptible%25202.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&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;Gail Nobles___________________________________________&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvMJbVI7gI/AAAAAAAACKY/9nJPHQvWjOo/s1600/sower2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvMJbVI7gI/AAAAAAAACKY/9nJPHQvWjOo/s400/sower2.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The sower sows a seed which is the word of God. The sower that scatters the seed is Jesus Christ and by his ministers.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.stanzapub.com/readers/authspot/2007/05/22/33069_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvMZbbNoHI/AAAAAAAACKg/lsatGOpvx_8/s1600/SOWER1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvMZbbNoHI/AAAAAAAACKg/lsatGOpvx_8/s400/SOWER1.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; 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text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvOv3Wd8iI/AAAAAAAACLo/UUcKRZ9hH9E/s1600/stiltwalker%2520bio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvOv3Wd8iI/AAAAAAAACLo/UUcKRZ9hH9E/s400/stiltwalker%2520bio.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="96" src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/walk-a-thon%20tiger%202.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 317px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 2551px; visibility: hidden;" width="91" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-7568595580740046613?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/7568595580740046613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/7568595580740046613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/7568595580740046613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpwww.html' title='Stilt Walker'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TDvN4vjrzfI/AAAAAAAACLA/oJsvj9wvMh4/s72-c/stiltwalker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-2382639602759626075</id><published>2010-06-23T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:59:36.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tommie Girl'/><title type='text'>About Tommie Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/thecharact/Home/character-news/tommie-girl/Tommie%2520hood%25204.jpg?attredirects=0" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: block; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/thecharact/Home/character-news/tommie-girl/t3.jpg?attredirects=0" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/-%20New%20Folder/Tommie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Benny kind of shied away from Tommie Girl whom he called Falcon. For some reason, he hated her nick name, Tommie Girl. He wanted to be a close friend to her, but there was a circle around her. Little Benny saw her getting into trouble and doing things wrong. Other people kept interfering. He thought, “If only she knew how special she is. If she would just do right." Little Benny saw her great abilities and the affect she had on people. He thought, “If she would use the goodness God has given her, she could lead a lot of people the right way. Little Benny sadly leaned off from her, but he carried her with him in his heart. It was the Lord that told him to keep her in his memory. Benny did not realize how much he was helping Tommie Girl by&amp;nbsp;picking her up. He did not try to pry into her life. Benny often wondered what Tommie was feeling. She often shied away from him too. Even though Benny saw some good things about Tommie, she needed to see them too. Little Benny was always trying to uplift people, but nobody was picking him up but Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Little Benny knew that he was being called. He kept looking back at Tommie Girl. Benny was concerned about her. He knew that she could help save lives of many children like himself, however, Tommie was not doing the right thing in her life. Little Benny wanted her as a partner to help lead the way, but he tried to move on without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Little Benny remembered a seed that was planted into his mind. (Matt.22:14&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: crimson;"&gt;For many are called, but few are chosen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Rev. 17:14) These shall make war with the Lamb, and the Lamb shall overcome them: for he is Lord of lords, and King of kings: and they that are with him are called, and chosen, and faithful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"&gt;Wake up, America. It's about Jesus.&amp;nbsp;Trust in God and listen to him. Continue in the work that God has given you and plan for your future in Christ on earth. Little Benny knows. Little Benny don’t give up. Even if you have to walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;3/27/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Gail Nobles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-2382639602759626075?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/2382639602759626075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/06/about-tommie-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/2382639602759626075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/2382639602759626075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/06/about-tommie-girl.html' title='About Tommie Girl'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-8493852253779037809</id><published>2010-05-14T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:58:44.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charact Briefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stilt Walker'/><title type='text'>Stilt Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S-3UgyjZBiI/AAAAAAAACBo/6GSru_XFKG8/s1600/stilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471262782116136482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S-3UgyjZBiI/AAAAAAAACBo/6GSru_XFKG8/s400/stilt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father of Jessica Lee Walker is the Stilt Walker. He is a man that joined the circus and a friend to Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The hat that Little Benny wore on his head was made by Jessica. It was made for Stilt Walker, but he gave it away to Little Benny. Little Benny would often complain that he dreamed about Jessica, but he never knew her name in real life or met her. It often made Stilt Walker nervous because he knew who Benny was dreaming about. Stilt would talk and get on another subject whenever Benny mentioned his dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-8493852253779037809?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/8493852253779037809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/05/stilt-walker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8493852253779037809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8493852253779037809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/05/stilt-walker.html' title='Stilt Walker'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S-3UgyjZBiI/AAAAAAAACBo/6GSru_XFKG8/s72-c/stilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-8462112349479907588</id><published>2010-05-14T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:49:20.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West Street Journal'/><title type='text'>The Accuser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S-3TW6TQDYI/AAAAAAAACBg/itK1xTI_AGo/s1600/benny+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471261512885603714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S-3TW6TQDYI/AAAAAAAACBg/itK1xTI_AGo/s400/benny+square.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there an accuser in your life? I’m sure that there is. There is an accuser in Little Benny’s life. People wondered why he always stayed at home. Little Benny was a content kind of guy. He loved to study, and he had some hobbies. Most of his old friends thought they had no talents or purpose in life. They loved to smoke and drink and party. Those were the things that Little Benny use to do. They never forgot his past life. He saw that his friends were bringing him down, so he went back to his old ways. Little Benny went back to the things that was better for him. He knew he had a purpose because of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His neighbors would often peep out the windows at him. One neighbor thought, “I know that boy does something. Why come he ain’t dating like the other fellas. This boy ain’t normal.” When some people saw him with his Bible, they still judged him. They started using the Bible against him. You see, that’s why you can’t worry about folks. They will never be satisfied. Little Benny knew that God was using him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S-3SdNL9DuI/AAAAAAAACBY/LxyT0X8M_Tw/s1600/jessica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471260521522859746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S-3SdNL9DuI/AAAAAAAACBY/LxyT0X8M_Tw/s400/jessica.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other folks in the land just like him. Benny couldn’t find them. There was a girl named Jessica that lived near by that had an accuser too. She had a spiritual gift from God. Her accuser accused her of being a witch. However, she knew Christ Jesus went through the very same thing. Does your accuser believe in God just as they say they do? If they truly knew Christ, they would recognize the good from the bad. That's why we should let God guide us. We should try not to accuse anyone falsely. When it's hard to point out the problem, don't speak. Sometimes it’s hidden when you know it’s there. Wait on the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan is our accuser. (Rev. 12:10-11) And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night. (11) And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get along folks. Satan loves confusion. Remember this message when there is uproar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/28/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail Nobles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-8462112349479907588?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/8462112349479907588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/05/accuser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8462112349479907588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8462112349479907588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/05/accuser.html' title='The Accuser'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S-3TW6TQDYI/AAAAAAAACBg/itK1xTI_AGo/s72-c/benny+square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-5710492470127563093</id><published>2010-04-20T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T17:27:16.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West Street Journal'/><title type='text'>Cigar The Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S84f__nyxII/AAAAAAAAB9I/qfRn0xeDiDA/s1600/save_the_lost_children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="419" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S84f__nyxII/AAAAAAAAB9I/qfRn0xeDiDA/s640/save_the_lost_children.jpg" style="height: 368px; width: 525px;" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cigar is Benny's biggest and worst enemy. When Benny overcame his addiction to smoke cigars, the devil was angry with Benny. An evil spirit came in the form of an evil man name Cigar. Cigar knew that Benny was trying to save lost children. To hurt Benny, Cigar misled many children to smoke and to follow him. He led them to drugs and crime and cult, but Benny did not give up to lead the children to Christ. Benny would pray for lost children every morning, noon, and night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cigar works on a child's weakness. He preys on children from broken homes, children that are unhappy with life, lonely, and bored. When a child is easily led by Cigar, that means that the child is ready to give up. You may begin to see hatred in his eyes, hurt, and pain. He may seem like a zombie. You will know that it is not your child if you are a parent. You know how you have raised your child. However, if something seems different about your child, something may be different about your child. The demon cigar man comes to take your child away when you are too busy to pay attention to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-5710492470127563093?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/5710492470127563093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/04/cigar-enemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5710492470127563093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5710492470127563093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/04/cigar-enemy.html' title='Cigar The Enemy'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S84f__nyxII/AAAAAAAAB9I/qfRn0xeDiDA/s72-c/save_the_lost_children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-5728923330228678082</id><published>2010-02-28T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:13:47.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tangle Videos'/><title type='text'>Introducing Jesus_Steve Harvey</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="viewkey=61b7aff9d21f23ebcbfe" height="270" name="tangle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="230" wmode="transparent" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Harvey is a good entertainer. It's nice to know that he acknowledges Jesus Christ. He gave an illustration of whom he believes Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-5728923330228678082?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/5728923330228678082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/introducing-jesussteve-harvey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5728923330228678082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/5728923330228678082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/introducing-jesussteve-harvey.html' title='Introducing Jesus_Steve Harvey'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-860554558305474742</id><published>2010-02-28T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:09:12.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tangle Videos'/><title type='text'>Don't Wast Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="viewkey=77388eba435ac5264439" height="270" name="tangle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="230" wmode="transparent" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message that I got from this video is that Christ&amp;nbsp;should be our&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-860554558305474742?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/860554558305474742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-wast-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/860554558305474742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/860554558305474742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-wast-your-life.html' title='Don&apos;t Wast Your Life'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-2852827982864747959</id><published>2010-02-28T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:51:16.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West Street Journal'/><title type='text'>Jessica Lee Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q9bjUxx4I/AAAAAAAAB1c/FiJdeGyr_I8/s1600-h/west_street_journal.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 535px; HEIGHT: 357px" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q9bjUxx4I/AAAAAAAAB1c/FiJdeGyr_I8/s640/west_street_journal.jpg" width="640" height="419" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q9_ImJiJI/AAAAAAAAB1k/6dMg1b0NLpA/s1600-h/Walker2a.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q9_ImJiJI/AAAAAAAAB1k/6dMg1b0NLpA/s320/Walker2a.jpg" width="320" height="278" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica Lee Walker is the daughter of a circus man on stilts named Stilt-Walker. Jessica Lee is half black and half Mexican. Jessica’s mother died when Jessica was at age 9, but Jessica could still reach her spiritually. Jessica never tried to conjure up the dead. She just had a special ability to hear her loved ones speaking to her. It did not matter whether they were dead or alive. Because of her special ability, her and her father never got along. Stilt-Walker thought that his daughter was a witch. Jessica had moved to California to get a job and to be far away from her father at age 20. She did not want her and her father to be enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the West Street Journal, Jessica Lee Walker has moved back to NC. In California, she is known as Jessica Jinx, and nobody really wanted her around. Jessica made a big mistake by telling the world about her gift. She is often misunderstood. Jessica has been very unhappy in California. So, she decided to move back to NC, and she is trying to stay hidden from her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she has moved back, she has met Little Benny. Little Benny believes that she is a prophet. He doesn't know that she is Stilt Walker's daughter, yet. Jessica isn't letting Little Benny know who she really is, but he knows that she has some kind of gift. There are just some things about Jessica that cannot be hidden from Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 4:11 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4rB8d6rGDI/AAAAAAAAB1s/19od8PBr3WI/s1600-h/stilt.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4rB8d6rGDI/AAAAAAAAB1s/19od8PBr3WI/s200/stilt.jpg" width="170" height="200" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Stiltwalker is Little Benny's Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica Reads about Little Benny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q7qNrtQhI/AAAAAAAAB1E/rS_UGdAYksY/s1600/Benny+journal2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q7qNrtQhI/AAAAAAAAB1E/rS_UGdAYksY/s200/Benny+journal2.jpg" width="200" height="131" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny is a spiritual leader trying to save children from a wicked man named Cigar Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica could see Little Benny in her mind while reading about him in the newspaper. He was the man that everyone thought was crazy because he was seeing a man that did not seem to exist to the public which is Cigar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-2852827982864747959?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/2852827982864747959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/jessica-lee-walker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/2852827982864747959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/2852827982864747959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/jessica-lee-walker.html' title='Jessica Lee Walker'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q9bjUxx4I/AAAAAAAAB1c/FiJdeGyr_I8/s72-c/west_street_journal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-8980493806892340663</id><published>2010-02-28T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:50:41.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West Street Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Little Benny's Hypnosis Rumor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q7qNrtQhI/AAAAAAAAB1E/rS_UGdAYksY/s1600-h/Benny+journal2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 537px; HEIGHT: 334px" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q7qNrtQhI/AAAAAAAAB1E/rS_UGdAYksY/s640/Benny+journal2.jpg" width="640" height="420" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a rumor going around that Little Benny stopped smoking with hypnosis, and it is said that he is controlled by it in his subconscious. It is said that is how Benny's desire and craving for cigars was eliminated. Doctors believe that Benny entered into a deep and relaxed state of hypnosis where he is awake and aware of what is going on around him. They say that he is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny is angry about the rumor. He said, “I have never been to a doctor for my smoking, and I have never stopped with hypnosis. I stopped smoking with the help of God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that explain what Benny has been seeing? He claims there is a man named Cigar keys that is very dangerous and has been doing bad things to children. Benny claims that he has been misleading children and teaching them how to smoke and do crime. Cigar Keys has no identity. Does he really exist? Benny has called the law on Cigar several times, and there has been no such a man to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny has told news reporters, “Yes, there is such a man. I am not the only one who has seen him. Other folks are afraid to come forward. I’m not! The man exist and something needs to be done about him!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-8980493806892340663?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/8980493806892340663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bennys-hypnosis-rumor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8980493806892340663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8980493806892340663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bennys-hypnosis-rumor.html' title='Little Benny&apos;s Hypnosis Rumor'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q7qNrtQhI/AAAAAAAAB1E/rS_UGdAYksY/s72-c/Benny+journal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-8600026417633585863</id><published>2010-02-28T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:14:40.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LB Products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Little Benny Mug Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Little Benny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/little_benny_mug-168847891633226258?gl=gnzazzle" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Little Benny mug" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/little_benny_mug-p1688478916332262582o3v5_325.jpg" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/little_benny_mug-168847891633226258?gl=gnzazzle"&gt;Little Benny&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/gnzazzle"&gt;gnzazzle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/custom/mugs"&gt;ceramic coffee mug&lt;/a&gt; with zazzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Benny had a dream about three coffee mugs. The first one was a coffee mug of Benny with a cigar in his mouth. He started to make this one his choice to pour his hot milk and honey in, for he did not drink coffee. It sat on the kitchen counter starring at him as if it was daring him to pick it up. Little Benny thought to himself, “Something about this mug seems funny.” The face on the mug appeared to look like him, and at the same time, the image began to look like a face with a sly look. This mug was full of things bad for Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man Crucified &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/old_man_crucified_mug-168139447095879455?gl=gnzazzle" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Old Man Crucified mug" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/old_man_crucified_mug-p168139447095879455214dz_325.jpg" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/old_man_crucified_mug-168139447095879455?gl=gnzazzle"&gt;Old Man Crucified&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/gnzazzle"&gt;gnzazzle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/mugs"&gt;mugs&lt;/a&gt; online at zazzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny decided not to choose the first mug, and he began to study the second mug. He started to make the second one his choice to pour his milk and honey in. It sat on the kitchen counter starring at him as if it wanted him to back away from it. Little Benny thought to himself, “I have a really bad feeling about this mug.” The man on the mug looked like a collage of himself. The man on the mug appeared to be sending out a message about an angry man biting down on a cigar. The man behind the face appeared to be good. This mug was full of bad things dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LB Genuine Hope&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/lb_genuine_hope_mug-168491561910962898?gl=gnzazzle" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="LB Genuine Hope mug" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/lb_genuine_hope_mug-p16849156191096289859ru_325.jpg" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/lb_genuine_hope_mug-168491561910962898?gl=gnzazzle"&gt;LB Genuine Hope&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/gnzazzle"&gt;gnzazzle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View more &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/little+mugs"&gt;Little Mugs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was one last mug which was the third mug. The image on this mug was a face of peace and hope that appeared to look like Benny. It was a mug of goodness. When Little Benny chose this mug, he chose the right one. This was a sign that Little Benny was overcoming all of the bad things in his life that gave him trouble. This mug was taller and was different from the others. It stood tall on the kitchen counter waiting for Benny to pour his hot milk and honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Little Benny woke up from his dream, he knew that he didn’t have a problem. His present life was fine, and he knew that his future would be too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-8600026417633585863?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/8600026417633585863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-benny-mug-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8600026417633585863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/8600026417633585863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-benny-mug-stories.html' title='Little Benny Mug Stories'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001276724626574471.post-238130319037941073</id><published>2010-01-04T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:40:53.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Benny'/><title type='text'>Making Christian Comics_Little Benny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q4Fm56goI/AAAAAAAAB08/I5VCMm8vmpo/s1600-h/First+Little+Benny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q4Fm56goI/AAAAAAAAB08/I5VCMm8vmpo/s320/First+Little+Benny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remembering Charlie Brown, Flash Gordon, and Blondie, I would often wonder why there were no Christian comics in the Sunday papers. The only Christian comic that I remember is Jack Chick Publication. I enjoyed reading his comics, and I thought there should be more like his. I didn’t think that a comic book or a newspaper would be interested in a Christian comic. So I began to draw and write Christian make believe stories and hoped that I could get them published into a book someday. It was not easy getting recognized in those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/littlebennyandfriends/littlebenny.htm"&gt;Read More…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001276724626574471-238130319037941073?l=thecharact.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/feeds/238130319037941073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/01/character-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/238130319037941073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001276724626574471/posts/default/238130319037941073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecharact.blogspot.com/2010/01/character-news.html' title='Making Christian Comics_Little Benny'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S4q4Fm56goI/AAAAAAAAB08/I5VCMm8vmpo/s72-c/First+Little+Benny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
