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What the ancients called ‘blessing’ we sometimes call approval or affirmation. The concept of the blessing is found extensively through the Old Testament and its counterpart is the curse. We are all embedded with some measure of need for affirmation. Each of us has been born with an embedded cry that says, “Like me. Love me.”

In the art of approval seeking, there are some common patterns of human behaviour. There may be more models, but let us look at four classic responders in their need to be affirmed.
Affirmation Seeker #1 Concealer
Adam and Eve give us an example of people who cannot deal with disapproval. The concealer is the person who believes more in shame than they do in correction. If they do something wrong, they will hide and cover up until finally confronted.
The concealer is quick to blame and redirect the need for change to someone else. Eve blames the Serpent while Adam blames Eve and God.
In failure, the concealer distances his or her self from those who given the most a…


People will go to extraordinary lengths to gain approval. At the core of many social interactions is the longing to be favoured and verified. The soccer field, the marriage contract and political power all ride on the belief that we can prove ourselves worthy of affirmation.

The author Deborah Meyler wrote,
“We're high on the adrenaline of feeling, even though we know it's fleeting and evanescence. And we're getting worse -- checking texts and emails and Facebook every five minutes, always searching for that next hit of feeling, that next morsel of approval.”[1]
We hang on the words of a father or mother who had the power to bless and curse—we thrive on their blessings and die inwardly with the words that diminished us.
We wait for the words that give us permission to inherit the earth… we long for a father to tell us that we are good and blessed and unstoppable. And sometimes it takes someone other than a father to encourage our goodness and creativity.
Henry Ford and Thomas…


Bert Lalonde—married his sweetheart 64 years ago on August 31st. Parents to Diane, Monica, Ricky, Carmen & Joanne. Grandfather and great-grandfather—brother, uncle, nephew, son—kind-hearted friend—and to all his fans here at the church he was Licorice Man… he always brought bags of red licorice to hand out.

We are here to celebrate the life of one of the most loving people you might ever know. As a worship leader at this church, I could always see Bert’s love for Jesus. If he wasn’t dancing like ‘Gene, Gene The Dancing Machine’ he was standing at his chair near the back with hands raised and tears streaming down.