Jason DeMeo

Sometimes people really burn me.  I used to say, my wife likes people…I like books about people.  Have you ever been in a conversation with someone and the whole time you are thinking, “This person is such a fake, I wish they would leave me alone.”  I have many times, but then again, I’m a wretched soul.

For years I was one of these fakes.  I would sing the song and dance the dance of friendship or conversation but it was all an act, a façade.  A few years back it hit me, “You don’t really know who you are Jason, you are a performer.”  This was quite a realization for me and set me on a journey to find my true identity in Christ.

As I began to understand who I was in Christ and that he loved me for who I am, eccentricities and all, I was able to enter into real community with others and begin appreciating them for who they are instead of always judging them.  It really was liberating, to begin to understand my personality, my gifts, abilities, passions and desires.  As I came to know myself better I began to become more alive.  Life began moving from black and white to a beautiful spectrum of colors.  I began to grow friendships, and truly care about people other than myself.

So back to my burning frustration with “fakes.”  This frustration has never left me, even though I have grown in my faith.  Instead, it has become a positive force, morphing into what Phil called, “Holy Discontent.”  It makes me sad to see so many people clinging to their “false-selves” they have created to cope with life.  I want to help others become fully alive and understand their unique identity that Christ has gifted them with.

This negative frustration has turned into a burning desire and lifelong mission of assisting others in becoming fully alive in Christ!  

So I ask you this, what frustration is God trying to turn into a “Holy Discontent” for things that are out of His Shalom? 

Vanessa Stern

I love Spring! I love the colors, the flowers; I love everything the season represents: what was once dead beneath the surface is now coming forth with new life! I especially love Easter, and I don’t particularly mean the Easter bunny…. At Christmas I connect with the humility and simplicity of our God coming down as a babe to dwell with us. At Easter, I am overwhelmed by his love in breaking bread with those who will soon betray him, with his humility and humanity in the crucifixion, but most of all with his resurrection from the dead!

As a young girl in church, these stories used to fall on my ears like fairy tales and nursery rhymes, but as an adult who has felt defeat and personal heartache, losing loved ones to death prematurely, Christ’s resurrection has that much more depth for me. The resurrection is our trademark, per se in Christianity. Without it, we are like every other religion with empty attempts to change people’s lives. But with the Resurrection, we have been given POWER. We have been given LIFE everlasting. We have been given HOPE. We have been given peace in crisis and suffering…

In Philippians 3:10, 11, Paul states…
I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.

Our God reigns over death and sickness! Our God reigns over the grave and eternal separation from paradise. Jesus’ resurrection took the sting out of death. We know that being absent from the body is to be present with Lord. Some of these phrases I heard as a young girl would bounce right off my forehead. It wasn’t until I was hit with my own personal heartache that I began to embrace Paul’s exhortation to share in Christ’s sufferings. It was in those dark nights of the soul, I clung to knowing that my God knew tears, torment, heartache and ultimately death. During those times, I begged to be rescued from my despair, instead he entered in and cried with me. He shared in my sufferings, giving me hope that there was Light at the end of the tunnel…to not look at what I could see and feel, but to trust his heart that my life was being transformed from the inside out—experiencing a personal resurrection of the soul on this side of eternity. God was bringing forth new life within me.

Jesus never promised utopia on this side of heaven. Nevertheless, he promised his presence in the midst of our crisis, his peace in the midst of despair and suffering. Christ’s resurrection reminds us that the first and second days are eminent, but not forever. The resurrection gives us hope in the midst of silence and darkness, in the midst of crisis and desperation, empowering us to hold onto to the Truth of his character that He is the God of the Third Day!
 

Shayla Raymond

Sunday as Solomon and Christy began to tear down the wall they had built on the stage I wanted to stand up and applaud. When Sol brought Christy over the crumbled wall and they embraced and hand in hand walked away from the wall I wanted to stand and shout a big woo hoo!!! Maybe I am a bit dramatic, but what that represented was huge. The tearing down of walls is the rescue for marriages, for hearts, for souls, for lives. We cannot lose hope, much is at stake when we leave walls up, more than we realize.

Walls are built in many ways, sometimes quickly as if we are defending against a powerful army getting ready to attack. Sometimes we build them slowly, so slowly we don’t even notice until the wall is too high to see over. We build walls with our pain, with our selfishness, our sin, our addictions, our woundedness, our stubbornness, and as Phil said with our differences, expectations, withdrawal, busyness, and blame. Walls do not just prevent oneness, walls make lies look like truth, they make other grass look greener; they make options we never imagined cross our mind. Walls make misery a reality, joy elusive and hope deferred. Walls cast long dark shadows and block the light. Their shadows become a hiding place for the hopeless.

Just like they are built walls are taken down in different ways. Sometimes the wall is taken down by our own obedience to take the bricks down one at a time as we surrender each one to God. Sometimes it is taken down with the dramatic force of a sledgehammer by the power of the Holy Spirit. Regardless of how it comes down it is never easy or pain free, but it is possible.

In my own marriage walls have been built and taken down more than once. Some of our walls have taken years to take down. At one point there was a wall so thick and strong between us that we were both shouting at it and neither of us could hear or see one another through it. Then God spoke- and the wall crumbled to the ground and we saw each other and we began the journey of redemption and restoration. It did not come wrapped in a pretty box, it was an ugly, painful box that I did not ask for, but inside was the deep answer to prayer I had longed for. I realized then that God is bigger than the walls we build.

One of the biggest things that broke our thickest wall, the wall I prayed to come down, the wall I never thought would be destroyed, what brought it down was repentance. When we both experienced a true and deep repentance. A Godly sorrow for the bricks we put up, for the wounds we inflicted on one another.

Danny Silk says- “The gift of repentance creates the opportunity for true restoration. In fact, it is absolutely necessary in order to heal a relationship that has been hurt by sinful behavior. True repentance can only come through a relationship with God in which we come into contact with the grace of God to change.” A repentant heart takes the walls down and keeps the walls down.

I was hiding in the dark shadow of the wall we created, completely hopeless and miserable. Blinded by the darkness I could never have imagined the joy, beauty and intimacy the Light would bring. But I clung to Jesus with all I had, His strength helped me hope, His Truth dispelled the lies, His kindness brought me to repentance, His Word led me into obedience, His love helped me love. God in His Grace and Mercy gave us a gift of true repentance and out of the crumbles of our wall He is building something more beautiful than we ever imagined.

That is why I wanted to stand and cheer when Solomon and Christy tore down that wall. When our wall is destroyed it is a miraculous, beautiful, powerful thing. It brings healing and life, it brings heaven to earth.

If you are hiding in the shadow of a wall you think will never come down, if oneness seems like too much to ask for because all you are hoping for is to not be so miserable anymore- ask God for strength to take the first brick down, lean into His power for the strength to obey. Do not lose hope; you cannot imagine what He has in store for you. It may take years, or minutes, but a wall torn down can be the rescue you’ve longed for, do not lose hope. The destruction of our walls can be a painful process, do not lose hope, on the other side of the pain, on the other side of the wall, is intimacy, unspeakable joy, and hope fulfilled.

by JR Duren

Being single isn’t a curse. God’s providence, however, can seem like one.

As Phil weaved his way through his message on Sunday, I kept thinking back to one night in San Diego a few years ago that typified the struggle that we often have with being single.

I was playing in an indoor soccer match. With about five minutes in the game, I went to the ground in a battle for the ball and someone’s knee bulldozed into my cheek. I swore under my breath, heard a ringing in my ears, and stood up. I couldn’t feel the left side of my face.

I walked home after the game trying to keep my dignity intact, but the menacing pain in my face was playing keep-away with my machismo. I got the front door of my studio granny flat. It couldn’t get any worse. The left side of my face was very angry. My flat was an old, leaky afterthought that was in the later stages of a slow decline into home-death. I was miserable.

I remember thinking, “I wish I was married.”

The reasons for the thought were clear: I wanted someone to take care of me, I was tired of coming home to nobody, and, of course, most of my best friends were already married.

I wanted a companion. That night, like every other night, God was listening.

Turns out my injury was serious; a shattered cheekbone, a cracked nasal cavity, and other fractures. I barely had enough money to put together a decent sandwich, let alone a shattered mess of a cheekbone. I was out of work for two weeks. I missed out on the promotion I was shooting for. In the meantime, I interviewed for a job in Florida. Three months later I moved to Lakeland. I met my wife, Heather, three months after that.

I still can’t feel a couple of my teeth on the left side of my mouth. If you look closely around my eye you can see some scars from my surgery. Those scars, however, are a testament of God’s faithfulness and His grace; His faithfulness expressed in the way that He always listened to my prayers no matter the motivation, and His grace expressed in giving me the gift of marriage despite my brokenness and my imperfections.

I can’t tell you why God waited until I was on my last dime, in my worst housing arrangement, and at the apex of lamenting over my over-ripe age of 30, to bring me a wife.

What I can tell you is that, in those single years, I found myself. I became a student of me. I learned about God, I coped with being alone, and I constructed a foundation of character on which I would build the heights of grace, love, and sacrifice of my marriage.

His providence, His provision of our heart’s deepest longings, is what makes your hardest years a prelude to your best.
 

by Vanessa Stern

Encourage~

To inspire with courage, spirit, or confidence…

...to promote, advance, or foster.

To inspire with hope, courage, or confidence;

To give support to; foster. To stimulate; spur…

God has called us to be salt, to be the Light of the world, to love, to forgive, to bind up the broken hearted, to lay hands on the sick, to do nothing in selfish ambition, “to clothe [ourselves] with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” Then why when I look back on my life has the “church” let me down the most? When I think of personal tragedies like losing my father prematurely, or when I ‘walked away from God’ did the Christians act like Basement People? Where were all the Barnabas’? Where were the leaders that saw past my pain to love and endure with me in those dark days to reach past themselves and their self-righteousness to give hope and encouragement in my time of desperation?

I no longer let those questions persist and steal from me instead I have allowed them to be a microscope into my own soul. I can look myself in the mirror to say, “Put down your stones, you’ve been a basement person too.”

No one sets out to be a discouraging person; no good intentioned Christian wakes up and say, “I am going to suck the life out of everyone around me today!”
However, if you’re not setting out to be a Balcony Person, if you’re not living your Christian walk intentionally seeking God for renewed life and a renewed mind, most likely, you live somewhere in between and often hang out with basement people wondering where all your joy went.

In the Message, Colossians 3: 12-14 states:

So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It's your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.

Let the peace of Christ keep you in tune with each other, in step with each other. None of this going off and doing your own thing. And cultivate thankfulness. Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives. Instruct and direct one another using good common sense. And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives—words, actions, whatever—be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way.

Paul is very adamant here, he doesn’t suggest anything; he tells us who we are: Chosen by God. He tells us to “dress” or in one version says, “to clothe ourselves”, so the literal picture is like putting on a coat of compassion, carry your purse of kindness, and your shoes of humility.

Encouragers set out to be encouragers! They seek God’s heart and know God’s will is to see people succeed and prosper. They don’t worry themselves about being missed or overlooked because they’re too busy believing God’s truth and rejoicing in the next person’s victories.
Encouragers see past a person’s pain and anger, and offer hope and support, knowing one day they may need a helping hand. Encouragers have known the taste of defeat, but they also know the redeeming power of our Loving God personally, carrying His message to the next broken heart.

Isn’t that the message of the Gospel?

Encouragers also know it’s not all about them. They are content with being in second place. They are not motivated by their ego being stroked or hearing accolades. It’s about being used by God to bring out greatness or healing or victory in those they rub shoulders with everyday. Their ‘soul’ purpose is to give courage, hope, spurring on one another to greatness.

Scripture says to do nothing with selfish ambition.

When we see each other with compassion and kindness, we don’t leave room to see each other as personal rivals, but instead we are interested in moving people into greatness, no strings attached, no accolades, no titles, no credit. And that might include, never expecting a “Thank you” but secretly rejoicing that God allowed you to be part of someone’s story of redemption.

I wish I could say there was one person that called me or reached out to me after my father passed, but there wasn’t, not one. I was left to sort out that pain at 18 years of age all alone, so with that came many poor decisions while those in the basement held their opinions of me.

If you’re not setting out to live in the balcony of life, cheering, giving support, or fostering growth, then most likely, you’ve settled in one of two places…and if you don’t think you’re a basement person, most likely your silence or lack of action is just as discouraging.

Be salt: add some flavor. Be Light: shine in dark places. Encourage: to inspire with courage, spirit or confidence.

I have been reading lately. I know... Kevin reading? Yep. I have been reading Donald Miller's newest book "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years."
 
This book is basically about STORY: the challenge of telling a strong story, and the challenge of living a strong story. So I have been looking for an opportunity to live a better story. Not a more moral story (although I do need that also), but a better, more exciting story. A story that makes my life not about me, but about others.
 
When the earthquake happened in Haiti, I honestly didn't really wake up to the scale of this crisis until about a week later. I was just living in my story, not paying attention to the horror that was happening to others.
 
When I finally did wake up to it, I was watching some 60 Minutes type show and they were showing the streets lined with bloated bodies, being moved to mass gravesites by bulldozers. My wife and I couldn't speak. I was convinced I would get involved in this story. I told my wife I wanted to go on a trip to Haiti to help wherever I could. She kindly smiled and encouraged me to wait to see where the need was the greatest.
 
Then yesterday, I received an email from Teresa that said there was a church in Bartow that was receiving 84 orphans from Haiti this week! The story came to me? That's amazing. I cannot pass up this chance to make my life about someone else.
 
The children will arrive at Word of Life Christian Center this week, and they really need all the help they can get. They need food, clothing, toiletries as well as cash donations. These kids will be coming with the clothes on their backs, that is it.

The needs list can be found here. You can drop items off at Oasis or at Word of Life.
 
I will keep you all posted as to the needs as they change. Let's be a part of this story!

J.R. Duren

The closest thing to a doll that I own is a bobble head fantasy football trophy I won last year. So, when Phil told the story of Pandy the one-eyed doll on Sunday, I couldn’t really relate. However, the idea that you can love someone in a way that creates value in them is something that I am challenged with all the time, especially in my own family.

Last week I found out that my brother was going to be a father. He and his fiancé have known each other for two months now, and the pregnancy was a total surprise. My wife and I looked at each other with shock when we found out. I thought back to when my kid brother was in high school and we used to ride to bible study together. Now, that kid brother is grown up and he is taking on the biggest responsibility he has ever faced.

My initial reaction, as I said, was shock. Then it was condemnation, the bitter kind where all you can think is, “I told you so,” or, “We knew this would happen.” I was, both in thoughts and in my heart, treating my brother like a one-eyed, raggedy old doll that didn’t have much value.

Then I was hit with the realization that God probably wasn’t thinking any of those things. In fact, God was probably grabbing my brother and pulling him close. God wasn’t boxing my brother up and storing him away for good. He was probably laying out my brother’s anxious and worried heart and mending it, worry by worry and fear by fear.

I could only think of my brother’s mistakes. God was thinking about his pain. I was busy shoving my judgment-laden finger at my brother’s miscues. God was healing him. God was giving him value. Sometimes it seems like God is the only one that never expects anyone to be perfect. He welcomes everyone.

I have a phone call to make this week.
 

Vanessa Stern

Around 4am Sunday morning, I woke to use the bathroom. Chilled to the bone, I was in a rush to crawl back into my warm cozy bed, but I couldn’t help but notice how cold my laminate floor was, and as I felt the chill, the thought came to me, "How many are sleeping without blankets tonight, outside in this cold weather?"

As I snuggled back into my warm blankets, I closed my eyes, and in my mind’s eye saw different individuals sleeping on park benches, cold and alone.

I admit here and now, I’ve never had a soft spot for the homeless or beggars. (Here’s where you pass judgment on me since I claim to follow Christ). I’ve always seen them as a nuisance or lazy or something I’ve held in contempt. I admit I don’t know what to do with this epidemic, other than ignore it. It’s overwhelming in the least.

But I realized something Saturday evening, God didn’t call me to solve this problem, at that moment, in my bathroom, at 4am, when he whispered that simple question to me, he was only asking me to see them, to ponder their need, and to feel a miniscule bit of their chill. And in that fleeting moment, I realized I could love them, simply by giving them what they needed—a blanket.

Proverbs says, “Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs.”

In the past year, I’ve discovered many things about myself, most of them, I am not proud of, one having a judgmental heart. I’ve realized when I stand in judgment; it keeps me disconnected from the situation or person who really needs God’s grace and truth to be shown in love. Sometimes I fear my helping hand will enable the cycle so I’ve thrown my hands up in frustration. Or life demands my attention, distraction takes over and I miss the opportunity to live out what I claim to believe. The grandest discovery of all is that either way, I’ve sinned.

Yea, I said it, that word, I’ve sinned. Much like the gentleman in the skit on Sunday, I’ve been so busy I’ve missed “the least of these” in my own backyard. And unfortunately, there’s no scripture that says, God understands when we ignore the least of these, but he’s pretty clear on serving them.

So during this season when most plot and plan and put all their energies into finding the best bargain or the grandest gift, that most likely will be outdated in a few months anyhow, ponder what gift will never be outdated, but always welcome, what gift costs nothing but your pride, and that my friend we could all use less of, what gift keeps on giving and doesn’t require a receipt, what gift has God promised will bless the giver?

Love.

Love cannot hoard, it cannot judge and it cannot contain pride. However, love gives; it fills up, and triumphs over evil.

Conspire to love someone differently this year. Conspire to love a different someone. Conspire to cover up what’s wrong with this world with Love.
 

Tony Biaggne from the
Advent Conspiracy Blog

witter is on fire right now.

“I am basking in the glories of the risen Christ. You are shopping for shiny little idols. Congratz (lol!)”

“My sister got up at 4am just to buy shirts at Old Navy. I wanted to slap her!”

“It’s the 1 day ppl of all religions join 2 celebrate the god of consumerism. Then they will discuss how much he “saved” them.”

Welcome to Black Friday. I’m always fascinated by how much this day divides us. Yesterday people were Facebooking, Tweeting, and even telling loved ones in person (shock!) how thankful they were for them. Today, brother wants to slap sister for buying clothes at 4am and Christians are fixin’ up a good ol’ shopper witch hunt with pitchforks fashioned out of melted credit cards. Personally, I’ve never done Black Friday. I could wear that like a badge of honor, but really, it comes down to the fact that I don’t like waking up early for anything. The early bird may get the worm, but for me, I’ll sleep in and eat that bird’s eggs with a side of toast.

Every year [AC] gets a lot of messages from folks during this week telling us how they’re not going shopping on Black Friday. Many post messages on our site and Facebook page like the ones I pasted in this blog. And while most are written with very good intentions, I feel like some are trying to get approval from us. It’s as if they’re saying “See, I’m with you guys. Down with shopping! Down with big business! Down with the man!”

First off, I get the backlash. Black Friday’s poor reputation is deserved. It’s sad that people have actually been trampled to death just to save a buck or two. On this day people will enslave themselves into an insane amount of credit card debt that they may never get out of. Today, many will lose sight of what the season is really about and will choose to worship “stuff” over Jesus. And many will avoid today because they don’t like crowds and feel it’s too much of a hassle. But does that mean you should throw a chastity belt around your wallet until this “evil” day has come and gone, only to take it off on a later date to catch a good deal?

Last week a woman emailed me in a panic because she was so convicted over the fact that her son really wants a bicycle for Christmas. I asked her what the problem was. She told me her church is doing [AC] this year and that she’s not supposed to buy gifts. I asked her if she had the money to buy her son a bike. She said she had been saving up for one for the past few months, and that she really wanted to buy it on Black Friday because she’d save a lot of money. She really didn’t know what to do, and asked for my “official” opinion. I told her, “As an official spokesperson for AC, I want you to buy your son that bike!” She cried with relief.

And I felt sick to my stomach. Was [AC] doing a good thing, or did we create a new Frankenstein made of Fair Trade fabric and glitter glue?

I’m worried that people are being guilted into Advent Conspiracy. The last thing we want is for people to feel like they can’t shop because their church or family member or friend told them it’s not the [AC] way. Because that’s not true. So what is the [AC] way? Simply this: We want to encourage people to do Christmas differently by worshiping Jesus first before anything else. We want to push back on hyper-consumerism. Notice the word “hyper”. We’re not saying you shouldn’t buy a gift, we’re merely suggesting you don’t gorge yourself on gifts or buy stuff out of obligation. That kid I mentioned earlier is going to wake up Christmas morning and he’s going to remember it forever because that’s the day he got a brand new bike. And the mom won’t regret it because she didn’t go into debt to show her son how much she loves him. That’s a beautiful thing. Some will opt out of buying gifts and make something for their loved ones, and that’s a beautiful thing. Others will buy things from organizations like Trade as One, and that’s a beautiful thing. Some will shop on Black Friday because they really want to honor their finances by saving money on gifts, and that’s a smart thing. Here’s what’s not a beautiful thing: Getting all bent out of shape and stressed out because someone said “we” don’t want you to buy gifts. Kind of a silly thing, especially since one of [AC]’s intentions is to help people relax and enjoy the season. The point is, make it personal by making it about Jesus first. The rest is just details.

I know some think it’s hip to push against “the man”, but when it’s taken to extremes we sound like a man ourselves--an old man who’s gone all Scroogy on everyone, sitting on a hill of righteousness using scripture like rounds of ammunition. Who wants to be around someone like that at Christmas? Plus, we happen to know a few folks who could be considered “the man”, and they’re doing some amazing things for the kingdom through [AC]. You know what that means? That means this movement is for everyone, because Jesus is for everyone. Christ told us in the book of Matthew to love even “the least of these”. And guess what gang, we ARE the “least of these”. We’ve all fallen short, and we all need Jesus.

The advent season has begun. Let’s use this season to love one another well instead of making us-vs-them statements. Let’s put Jesus in front of us and let Him lead us into a life of joy and exhilaration to the point where we can barely catch our breath. And if you know someone who wants a bike, then by all means go shopping today and get them a bike.

Vanessa Stern

How authentic do we really want to be or do I really want you to be? Do you really want to know that right before the service on Sunday, I did the “I am not your slave!” rant picking up random things off the floor that my family left behind?

I think sometimes we see authenticity as rolling out the red carpet of information for all to hear, but in actuality its being real with yourself and with God. David’s prayer in Psalm 139, “Search my heart, O God and know my heart.” When we humble ourselves to ask God to search our motives, we release control and ourselves from being the judge, instead we align our hearts with his voice and not one of condemnation or selfish ambition or even complacency.  God places the practice of confession in our lives because he is a safe God, and knows that forgiveness is a process we live out day to day, with him and within our relationships. Not only do we need it from God, but we need to offer it to others and need it from others.

True authenticity is practicing the discipline of confession in one’s life. This authenticity can be found in our friendships when we have it in our relationship with God for that which is inside of us will be reflected in the depth of our friendships; if we’re willing to be real with God then the authenticity will spill over into your relationships. When we have experienced the loving conviction of the Holy Spirit in our lives, we understand the freedom of confession and forgiveness in our relationships.

When I think of the desire to live authentically in my own life, I think of it on several levels. Not only do I want to be a safe person for someone, but I desire to live with a repentant heart that understands the difference between remorse and Godly sorrow. Godly sorrow brings me to the pinnacle of change. Ortberg states in The Life I’ve Always Wanted, “Confession is not just naming what we have done in the past. It involves our intentions about the future as well. It requires a kind of promise.” It becomes a personal vow to live differently because God is a God of grace, not one of rule and judgment.

Phil spoke on Sunday of the Pharisees who would live out their faith in a way that was self-promoting, their hearts full of selfish ambition. Praying so that they’d be seen, showing signs of hunger while fasting, announcing their good deeds on the hillside as to say, “Look at me! I am holy.”

 Instead Christ asks us to do just the opposite; our deeds in secret, pray in secret, and fast in secret. I think one of the reasons he asks us not to advertise our deeds is because he knows the temptation to self-promote; he knows when our selfish ambitions creep into our good deeds, it taints the freedom of living and loving others authentically, basically, making it about ourselves, one-upping essentially.

And it’s not about you, and it’s not about me. It’s about living out a gospel of love, grace and truth that brings freedom. Because when we freely live in love and truth, we will automatically be a safe place that draws others to Christ. 

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