<?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-2816712576834550664</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:59:45.605-07:00</updated><category term='right and wrong'/><category term='father daughter purity ball'/><category term='father'/><category term='list'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='music'/><category term='mad lib'/><category term='last post'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='purity'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='ball'/><category term='colorado springs'/><category term='broadmoor'/><category term='purity ball'/><title type='text'>The Blessed Sinner</title><subtitle type='html'>You have found your way to Noah's blog!  Welcome!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-5509610044624442205</id><published>2009-02-03T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:46:13.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You Wearing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/features-reviews/reject-apathy/15878-where-are-you-wearing"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is an interesting article that I found on Relevant magazine (usually a fairly liberal Christian magazine).  I've often sympathized with sweat shop workers and talked about what a tragedy it is that people are abused in such a way.  This story makes the idea seem much more personal than mere facts, though.  The author of the article brings into the spotlight a family in China who work hard in a Teva manufacturing plant (this makes me feel a tad guilty, because I have supported this company).  This brings into sharp relief my ethnocentric (and ego-centric) ideals.  I'm at a loss for a solution to this dilemma, though.  Does anyone have any ideas for ways that God would have us remedy this problem?  I know I will be praying about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-5509610044624442205?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5509610044624442205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=5509610044624442205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5509610044624442205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5509610044624442205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-are-you-wearing.html' title='Where Are You Wearing?'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-7210552189023719115</id><published>2008-12-22T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:36:49.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistical Morality</title><content type='html'>Recently I read an article in the Colorado Springs Gazette that was very thought-provoking.  The article focused on the current speed limit on the Interstate through the city.  Apparently, the limit on the Interstate is being raised from 55 mph to 65 mph (don't worry, this isn't just an article about local affairs; it has real-life application).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main consideration taken by the city of Colorado Springs when deciding whether to raise the speed limit was that 80% of drivers were already driving at 69.5 mph.  If a majority of the drivers on the Interstate were already speeding, why not just raise the speed limit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To many this may seem like an appealing method of changing laws.  To me, it seems like a very dangerous method of reasoning.  It is what is called 'statistical ethics': legally considering something ethically and morally right because a majority of constituents are found to consider it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this brings up a lot of questions in my mind.  Why didn't the city decide to change the speed limit to 69.5 mph?  When the limit is changed to 65 mph, will 80% of people start driving at 79.5 mph?  If 80% of people were breaking some other law, would the city change or amend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; law?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; hard to legislate when there is no clear definition of what is right and what is wrong.  The majority arbitrarily decides on these definitions, and subsequently chooses a punishment for any crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This leads us to a point where there is no logical basis for our government besides statistics.  But using statistics in legislation is meaningless: statistics are the basis of the laws, but the basis of the statistics is mere arbitration.  Laws are determined by mere whimsy; the majority's feelings decide what is right and what is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This argument presupposes a fundamentally humanist perspective - man (or at least the plurality of men) is basically good and makes right decisions regarding fellow humans.  If this is a person's worldview, that person should, by definition, be satisfied with the implementation of statistical ethics in the making of laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I must differ.  Mankind must rely on a supernatural source (namely, God) to define good and evil.  God, in His very existence, demonstrates what is good and what is not good.  Without Him and His word to define good, mankind would be lost in a whirlwind of self-fancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So forget statistical morality - our lawmakers need to start (dare I mention that taboo phrase?) legislating morality.  Without God and His definitions of good and evil, a government is doomed to self-destruct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, most of the people in Colorado Springs probably found nothing inherently wrong with raising the speed limit because a majority drivers were speeding.  But I, for one, will not become too quickly enamored with this idea of statistical morality that pervades our society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-7210552189023719115?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7210552189023719115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=7210552189023719115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/7210552189023719115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/7210552189023719115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/12/statistical-morality.html' title='Statistical Morality'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-4230319158267100205</id><published>2008-12-20T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:22:33.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Hints for my 10 Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are some more hints for the 5-5-6 blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  But as things are, nothing but grief is left me by my companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the translation.  The book was written by a Greek author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  However much an Aberdeen terrier may bear 'mid snow and ice a banner with the strange device Excelsior, he nearly always has to be content with dirty looks and the sharp, passionate bark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Author's last name contains a synonym for 'domicile.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  "No; but I don't know everybody yet.  I haven't lived here quite two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Already correctly identified as 'Huckleberry Finn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  Whatever unfortunate entanglement my dear boy may have got into, I will never reproach him with it after we are married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Already identified as 'Importance of Being Earnest'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  Once, I had been taken to see some ghastly wax-work at the Fair, representing I know not what impossible personage lying in state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You all figured out that this was from 'Great Expectations'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  They are not holy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Book was written by the founder of Ligonier Ministries; title contains a derivative of 'holy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)  That hot toast soaked in soup was delicious, only there wasn't much of it, and as Father particularly like it, we had to leave it for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Correctly identified as 'Life With Father'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)  "And sure as I am a Christian woman," said Mrs. Shelby, "you shall be redeemed as soon as I can any way bring together means."'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)  "Now, you are a nice young fellow, ain't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Identified as 'Oliver Twist'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)  But at last she said: 'Lords, you are weary and shall now go to your beds with such ease as can be contrived in haste.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Correctly identified as 'Lord of the Rings' (Return of the King, to be exact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope this helps you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Books'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-7442745457059893388</id><published>2008-12-18T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:08:29.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://bessingerfamily.blogspot.com"&gt;Bessingers&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for the seven interesting things blog.  So I'll try to think of seven things that you all will find interesting about me.  This could be hard for me (and will probably be boring for you), but here goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  Bach is my favorite composer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  I like to reorganize my room every few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  I love French bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  I will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; wear button-down shirts (dress shirts) untucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  I have an inherent love for golden retrievers.  I don't know why; I just do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  Snowy weather is growing on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)  I don't have any interest in hunting or fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think of anyone to tag, so I'll continue my tag-killing trend and not pass this one on.  I feel terrible, but my whole family has already been tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Tagged'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-6789275057245304139</id><published>2008-12-18T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:39:16.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;I thought I would do the book tag since Sarah tagged me a few days ago.  So here goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  But as things are, nothing but grief is left me by my companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  However much an Aberdeen terrier may bear 'mid snow and ice a banner with the strange device Excelsior, he nearly always has to be content with dirty looks and the sharp, passionate bark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  "No; but I don't know everybody yet.  I haven't lived here quite two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  Whatever unfortunate entanglement my dear boy may have got into, I will never reproach him with it after we are married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  Once, I had been taken to see some ghastly wax-work at the Fair, representing I know not what impossible personage lying in state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  They are not holy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)  That hot toast soaked in soup was delicious, only there wasn't much of it, and as Father particularly like it, we had to leave it for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)  "And sure as I am a Christian woman," said Mrs. Shelby, "you shall be redeemed as soon as I can any way bring together means."'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)  "Now, you are a nice young fellow, ain't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)  But at last she said: 'Lords, you are weary and shall now go to your beds with such ease as can be contrived in haste.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hints:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  #6 is by a modern theologian - the sentence reflects the theme of the book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  5 of the authors are British&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  #4 is in book form, but I don't know if it actually would be considered a book...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  One of the books is an English translation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  Two of the books are by the same author&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't know of any other blogs besides those that have already been tagged.  Did Sarah tag the Lambs?  Sorry, there's no way I can tag six people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-6789275057245304139?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6789275057245304139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=6789275057245304139' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/6789275057245304139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/6789275057245304139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-thought-i-would-do-book-tag-since.html' title='Tagged Again!'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-8065008479641222177</id><published>2008-12-16T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:10:54.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Still Hope...</title><content type='html'>Don't worry my faithful readers, I haven't abandoned you!  I'm really busy with finals right now, but I only have one more to go.  Once that is over, I'll get back to posting on here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-8065008479641222177?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8065008479641222177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=8065008479641222177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8065008479641222177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8065008479641222177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-still-hope.html' title='There Is Still Hope...'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-6496540878524560045</id><published>2008-11-05T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:46:47.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to President-Elect Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Obama,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned on Tuesday that you had been elected to the position of president of the United States.  On January 20, 2009, you will be inaugurated into one of the most influential offices in the modern world.  Though I doubt you will get anywhere near the amount of media attention that you have received during your historic campaign, you will still be under the scrutiny of the American people throughout your term.  You have seen for yourself what people are capable of doing to the political figures who have held this office prior to you.  You have seen the verbal abuse that President Bush has suffered during his eight-year presidency.  For your willingness to subject yourself to public opinion, I admire you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there are many things I don't admire you for.  In fact, you and I disagree on a great deal of points.  But I'll get to that  later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the first time I heard your name.  It was in 2004, when you were running against Alan Keyes in a race for one of Illinois' seats in the United States senate.  You and your story were inspirational, not only in that race, but also when you gave your excellent keynote address at the 2004 Democratic National Convention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't hear much mention of your name again until early in 2007 when you declared that you were running for the Democratic nomination in the 2008 Presidential election.  I am ashamed to admit that even when I learned this, I simply shrugged my shoulders and ignored your presence in the political arena.  Though I would be able to cast my first vote ever for the president of the United States in the very race that you would be running, I didn't once consider you, except to consider how another candidate could win a head-to-head election with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became very interested in a different political figure who was trying to win the Republican nomination for president.  I followed his campaign eagerly, becoming excited any time a news headline appeared about this candidate, and rejoicing when he set fundraising records.  I watched live speeches and read live blogs about this man, eager to obtain any new information about him.  But I never paid much attention to you, Mr. Obama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except when I made snide remarks about your stance on issues like abortion, gun control, welfare, social security, and tax reform.  Or when I scoffed at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; fundraising totals, and laughed at the attacks shared between you and your biggest opponent, Hilary Rodham Clinton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Mr. Obama, I'm not saying I agree with you on these issues now.  By no means do I support your radical beliefs about killing human beings while still in their mother's womb.  I don't support your policies which would reward people for not obtaining employment.  I may be a college student, but I would not allow you to bribe me with your plan to pay me a $4000 scholarship every year just for "volunteering" 40 hours of time for my community.  I could go on and on about ways that I don't agree with you, but that is not the point of this letter.  I know that God can, if He wills, change your heart on many of the moral issues which you take an immoral stance on.  I know that it is not the end of the world if you succeed in convincing the US Congress to adopt some of your radical socialist/Marxist policy ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite my vehement disagreement with you, even when you won the Democratic nomination to run for president, I still ignored you.  I accused you of simply taking advantage of the American people by filling their minds with nonsensical rhetoric, even when all I was doing was talking about you.  When it became clear that you and Senator John McCain would be the two major party candidates for president, I began talking about your chances against each other as if this election was all just a big game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, as election day neared, I became even more cynical.  I complained about all of the media attention the presidential race was getting.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be glad when all of this drama is over, &lt;/span&gt;I thought.  I talked about how you were really no different than John McCain as far as economic, foreign, and tax policies.  I complained that the major media outlets gave you too much air time and commented on how they never provided information on third-party candidates for the presidential election.  Though my prayers were sincere, they were always in general terms.  I would pray for "the election".  I would pray that God would move on the hearts of His people to encourage them vote according to His moral statutes and His Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, Mr. Obama, I have a humbling confession to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never once prayed for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not by any means proud of this fact.  It shames me to no end to know that through all of this, I never once even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;about praying for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have started praying for you after I saw your keynote speech on July 27, 2004.  I could have started praying for you on February 10, 2007, when you announced your candidacy for president.  I could have started praying for you on August 27, 2008, when you became the Democratic party nominee for the office of president of my home country.  I could have started praying for you in mid-October, when it became abundantly clear that you would win the presidential election.  But I didn't.  And of that, I am greatly ashamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to know, Mr. Obama, that I have now started praying for you.  I am praying that your radical view on abortion will change.  I am praying that God will give you guidance as you endeavor to lead our country through new and trying times.  I am praying that God's will be done in your life, and in our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first election year that I was eligible to vote, I did not and could not cast my first vote for you, Mr. Obama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But tonight, I pray my first prayer for you.  And I want you to know that my prayers for you will not cease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-6496540878524560045?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6496540878524560045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=6496540878524560045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/6496540878524560045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/6496540878524560045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-letter-to-president-elect-barack.html' title='An Open Letter to President-Elect Barack Obama'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-5192730643683443026</id><published>2008-11-05T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:42:51.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has America Been Too Hard on President Bush?</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122584386627599251.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; from the Wall Street Journal today that talks about how disgraceful it is for Americans to treat President Bush with the disrespect that they do.  I wouldn't be surprised if this is a trend the mass media will begin to pick up on in the coming months.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the media starts talking about how wrong it is for American people to disagree with Bush or speak out against him, it is setting us up for attacks if we speak out against president-elect Barack Obama.  Just about anything I hear about Bush anymore is negative - whether it is another student, a co-worker, my bosses, news articles, or the radio talking about our current president.  I expected larger media outlets like WSJ, CNN and FoxNews to make Obama's transition to the presidency easy, but I didn't think they would do it by attacking president Bush's attackers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's an interesting article written by a man who interned with John Kerry during his 2004 election campaign.  I have to wonder if this article would have been published had the outcome of the presidential election been different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-5192730643683443026?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5192730643683443026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=5192730643683443026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5192730643683443026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5192730643683443026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/11/has-america-been-too-hard-on-president.html' title='Has America Been Too Hard on President Bush?'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-8325837519444075461</id><published>2008-10-27T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:17:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Happened to the Sovereign State?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I recently read an article from CNN.com that argued for the abolition of the electoral college in America's voting system.  Apparently several organizations are arguing that this system is antiquated; that it shouldn't be used because the president-elect might not end up being the American people's overall popular choice for the president.  An organization called the National Popular Vote is lobbying to have states give all of their electoral votes the presidential candidate who wins the American popular vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first thought when I read this article was "What about sovereign states?!"  It was as if people were considered, first and foremost, citizens of America, rather than citizens of their individual states.  The electoral college is meant to elect a president based on the will of the states, not the will of the total population of America.  But this blog post isn't about the electoral college.  It's about the sovereignty of states.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;William Tyler Page, in his historic document titled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The American's Creed&lt;/span&gt;, once called America "a sovereign nation of many sovereign states."  I'm writing this blog post to examine the popular notion which has risen in the post-civil war era that America is simply a sovereign nation.  In this post, I will very briefly inspect this very common idea and the disadvantages of viewing our great nation as a single, sovereign entity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When our founding fathers wrote the foundational document outlining our country's governmental system - the United States Constitution - they established that the federal government was meant to protect and mediate between the individual states in the U.S.A.  The federal government would "protect each of [the states] against invasion" and "guarantee every State in this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Union &lt;/span&gt;a Republican Form of Government" (emphasis added).  Notice the recognition of the the Union as being composed of individual states that have their own republican form of government.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tenth Amendment to the Constitution also recognizes the importance of the individual States, and is perhaps one of the most enlightening sections of the Constitution.  This amendment addresses the issue of what powers are relegated to the States.  In it we see that the States are much more powerful than many modern politicians or the modern media would have us think.  The amendment's exact wording follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we see that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; powers that the constitution does not directly relegate to the federal government - our Sovereign nation - are meant to be exercised by the separate states.  Despite the view that has permeated popular culture's understanding of this founding document of our country, the States actually hold much more power than the federal government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cannot blame the people of the individual states completely for not maintaining sovereign states.  As with most of America's political problems, the Supreme Court is involved heavily in this issue ;) .  In fact, as early as 1920, the Supreme Court was writing statements like the following: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The only question is whether ... it is forbidden by some invisible radiation from the general terms of the Tenth Amendment. We must consider what this country has become in deciding what that amendment has reserved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I don't know about other readers, but the "general terms" of the tenth amendment seem rather specific to me.  It's as if the justices who wrote this decision were willingly blinded to the fact that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;powers not given to the United States by the Constitution are reserved to the states.  In fact, many supreme court judges have held this view that the Constitution is a "living organism" and should be interpreted according to societal implications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;It is this loose interpretation of our United States Constitution that results in the federal government taking on too much power for itself and ignoring the power of the States.  It is also this same mindset which results in the popular movement to abolish the electoral college as a means of electing a president.  Let's not fall into this trap - remember that you are a member of a sovereign state, which is an individual entity in a sovereign nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Benjamin Gates, a fictional historian/adventur&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;er, sums up America's current mindset on this issue best in the movie National Treasure: Book of Secrets.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Before the Civil War, the states were all separate," he begins, "people used to say 'United States are.' Wasn't until the war ended, people started saying "The United States is.'"  In the movie, this quote is supposed to be inspirational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Personally, I find it quite depressing.&lt;/span&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/2816712576834550664-8325837519444075461?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8325837519444075461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=8325837519444075461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8325837519444075461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8325837519444075461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/10/whatever-happened-to-sovereign-state.html' title='Whatever Happened to the Sovereign State?'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-2494948075502566160</id><published>2008-10-02T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:17:18.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meerkat Cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/SOTzwg75fFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kMQ54zDsNJE/s1600-h/Meerkat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/SOTzwg75fFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kMQ54zDsNJE/s400/Meerkat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252591080221277266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my new favorite websites to visit is the meerkat camera at Cheyenne  Mountain Zoo.  The pictures update every minute, and you never know what the meerkats will be doing next!  Here is the wepage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmzoo.org/animalsPlants/animalCams/meerkatCam.asp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Meerkat Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!  And look for a new "real" blog post sometime this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-2494948075502566160?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2494948075502566160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=2494948075502566160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2494948075502566160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2494948075502566160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/10/meerkat-cam.html' title='Meerkat Cam'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/SOTzwg75fFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kMQ54zDsNJE/s72-c/Meerkat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-5834337194828464891</id><published>2008-09-07T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:30:09.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God vs. Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know that the titular matchup isn’t even much of a battle and it’s obvious who will win, but bear with me for a bit while I amuse myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This post was inspired by the following passage from 1 Samuel 4:1b-11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Now Israel went out to battle against the Philistines, and encamped beside Ebenezer; and the Philistines encamped in Aphek.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then the Philistines put themselves in battle array against Israel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when they joined battle, Israel was defeated by the Philistines, who killed about four thousand men of the army in the field.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when the people had come into the camp, the elders of Israel said, “Why has the Lord defeated us today before the Philistines?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let us bring the ark of the covenant of the Lord from Shiloh to us, that when it comes among us it may save us from the hand of our enemies.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the people sent to Shiloh, that they might bring from there the ark of the covenant of the Lord of hosts, who dwells between the cherubim.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the two sons of Eli, Hophni and Phinehas, were there with the ark of the covenant of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when the ark of the covenant of the Lord came into the camp, all Israel shouted so loudly that the earth shook.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now when the Philistines heard the noise of the shout, they said, “What does the sound of this great shout in the camp of the Hebrews mean?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they understood that the ark of the Lord had come into the camp.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the Philistines were afraid, for they said, “God has come into the camp!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And they said, “Woe to us!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For such a thing has never happened before.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Woe to us!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who will deliver us from the hand of these mighty gods?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are the gods who struck the Egyptians with all the plagues in the wilderness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be strong and conduct yourselves like men, you Philistines, that you do not become servants of the Hebrews, as they have been to you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Conduct yourselves like men, and fight!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the Philistines fought, and Israel was defeated, and every man fled to his tent.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a very great slaughter, and there fell of Israel thirty thousand foot soldiers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also the ark of God was captured; and the two sons of Eli, Hophni and Phinehas, died.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, besides being an interesting passage of scripture, this offers some useful insight into our Christian lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It shows us the importance of remaining in God’s will, and not making decisions on our own.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Israelites failed because they did not consult the Lord before going to battle originally.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This cost them four thousand men.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But after they suffered this defeat, they did not do the right thing and decide to pray to God to determine His will.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, they tried to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;force&lt;/i&gt; God’s will, telling Him what to do by taking His sacred ark of the covenant out on the battlefield.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because of the Israelites’ folly in this matter, they lost twenty thousand more men.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This shows the consequences of not seeking God’s favor before committing to a matter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This passage holds an important truth for us as followers of Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes we feel that we are doing the right thing, which may even be a good thing, but we don’t seek God’s will in the decision.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether what we are doing is morally right or not, if we don’t understand God’s predetermined will for our lives, our efforts are as fruitless as those of the Israelites.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Israelites became too confident in themselves and their power instead of trusting in and listening to the word of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let us not follow their example, and always try to do the right thing &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; remain in the will of God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-5834337194828464891?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5834337194828464891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=5834337194828464891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5834337194828464891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5834337194828464891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-vs-man.html' title='God vs. Man...'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-4911490628989408101</id><published>2008-08-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:24:32.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another running adventure...</title><content type='html'>On the same run that I was blogging about the other day (I don’t run that often, so I don’t really have more than one to blog about), I noticed something that reminded me of the natural peer dependence that is inherent in mankind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was running on down the road, trying to stay awake, and I looked over at someone’s lawn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The grass looked like it had been mown that very day, and the smell of the freshly cut foliage confirmed my suspicions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lines in the yard looked neat, and the edges had all been trimmed closely around the sidewalk and driveway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought to myself, &lt;i style=""&gt;someone must have taken initiative to mow that grass on this HOT day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;And I must admit I was impressed by the diligence of the person who cut their grass without waiting for the cooler part of the afternoon.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of these thought went through my head in the matter of about five seconds, and I then turned my gaze to the next man’s yard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This one was a little less well kept, but still looked rather neat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;This man must have mown his lawn one or two days ago&lt;/i&gt;, I thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was not extremely impressed, but I still admired the neatness of his grass (I am obsessed with order, as anyone I know could tell you).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing seemed extraordinary about this experience until I passed the next person’s yard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the next one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the next.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The grass in each yard was successively higher and higher, with no yard breaking the pattern.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I then realized what had not occurred to me before: each man was mowing his grass because his neighbor had mown!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, the motivation would be labeled in our world as “peer pressure” – but we’re going to go a little bit deeper than that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What if each successive neighbor had realized by contrast that his yard was messy?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, what if one man mowed his lawn to start the cycle, and the next man saw how badly his grass needed to be mown just because it was adjacent to a clean-cut lawn?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This reminded me of the important scriptural principle found in Proverbs 27:17.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="criteria"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Iron&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; sharpeneth &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;iron&lt;/span&gt;; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As Christians, it is our duty to realize that we have a responsibility not only for our selves, but also for our brothers and sisters in Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By allowing God to shine through us, we can show others the parts of their lives that are not conformed to His word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By his grace and influence through us, those other Christians can possibly be changed and renewed in their minds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, unlike the mowing metaphor, in our relationships within the Church of God we are expected to learn from and influence &lt;i style=""&gt;each other&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a two-way relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We cannot ignore God’s work on us through the lives of others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Hey, I never said my analogies were perfect, did I?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;-Ecclesiastes 4:12&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-4911490628989408101?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4911490628989408101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=4911490628989408101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4911490628989408101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4911490628989408101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-running-adventure.html' title='Another running adventure...'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-9077754080023272306</id><published>2008-08-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:10:33.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the Week...</title><content type='html'>This is something that I thoughts I would try, and if it doesn't work, it doesn't work :( .  It will also be a test of how many people actually read my blog ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the question of the week and you can answer it in the comment section.  Maybe you'll even be inspired to write your own blog post about it and link to it in the comment section.  Either way, just let me know what you think about the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you were told that you only had one year to live, would you make a conscious effort to live your life differently than you are living now?  If yes, what changes would you try to make?&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/2816712576834550664-9077754080023272306?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/9077754080023272306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=9077754080023272306' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/9077754080023272306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/9077754080023272306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/08/question-of-week.html' title='Question of the Week...'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-6140780522419904269</id><published>2008-08-24T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:04:15.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Changes for the Worse In the Past Year</title><content type='html'>Here it is, as promised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, just as always, a lot of things have changed for the negative and need improving in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first thing that I can think of is that I am not as neat and tidy as I used to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before school started about this time last year, I kept my room tidily organized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the year passed, I seemed to care less and less about how neat my room was and began to get lazy, throwing books and papers everywhere when I would get caught up in my schoolwork.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am currently working on keeping my room neat, and I have been blessed with some family members who help remind me to keep tidy (thanks Sarah, Anna, and Mother!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second thing which has changed is my mindset on schoolwork.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I went through the last school year, I began to become a little more lenient on myself about what I needed to learn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still had a hunger to learn and understand things like Chemistry, which is important to me, but I didn’t pay as much attention to other subjects.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I viewed English and Physics classes as a means to a common end – a Bachelor’s degree – rather than as useful tools in my education.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This change is frustrating, and I hope that I will be able to focus more on &lt;i style=""&gt;learning&lt;/i&gt; than &lt;i style=""&gt;performing&lt;/i&gt; in these classes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next thing that has changed for the worse was covered in my last blog post.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have oftentimes been focused on works – things like making good grades, making good impressions, reading the bible regularly, and serving in church – as being very important.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have come to this realization and am consciously trying to get rid of this mindset, but it is hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is one of the things that I don’t necessarily think about when I do, but is a subconscious thought process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want things to be about how good I am and what I can do, rather than accepting God’s grace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a constant struggle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Number four regards my treatment of others, especially my brothers and sisters in Christ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have gotten to the point where I am very critical and judgmental of others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the time, I tend to judge others in areas of personal conviction, rather than blatant sin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I see someone doing something that would lead me astray or redirect my vision from Christ, I judge them and assume that they are doing something wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before we moved to Colorado, I didn’t have a big problem with this, but now I am overly negative and concerned with the outward appearance of people’s actions rather than their works.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last change in my life for the worse that immediately comes to mind is my neglect of my musical instruments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have not set a good example over the last year for my younger sisters, who both play instruments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have not regularly practiced any instrument except the piano.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I think of how many instruments I have the privilege of owning, I die a little bit inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not really, but you get my point ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I have finally finished this post that I dreaded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate writing about myself, and of course my pride tells me that it’s not a good thing to publish an article about my shortcomings on the World Wide Web.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I think that it is a useful tool for all of my readers (not that there are really that many).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will help you all to know how you can pray for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I really want and &lt;i style=""&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; that prayer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-6140780522419904269?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/6140780522419904269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=6140780522419904269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/6140780522419904269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/6140780522419904269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/08/ten-changes-for-worse-in-past-year.html' title='Five Changes for the Worse In the Past Year'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-3719644166584740926</id><published>2008-08-22T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:29:47.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thud.  Thud.  Thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My feet patted out a rhythm on the pavement as I ran down a hill in my neighborhood.  The pattern was soothing, even mesmerizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a contrast with the pain brought on by my physical exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued running down the hill, the sound of my footsteps the only noise in my immediate vicinity.  The sun felt hot as sweat dripped down my forehead.  The rhythm of my footsteps continued to daze me, and my eyelids slowly began to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was falling asleep!  There, in the midst of pain and a great amount of physical work, I was getting sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have thought this was possible until it happened to me.  But it is, I know that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued my run, I began to think about how this event was reminiscent of many things which have happened in my spiritual life.  Before, I have tried so hard to do good works and always do the right thing that I have lost my focus on the most important goal in life: &lt;a href="http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dream-days-very-important-lesson.html"&gt;staying awake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, in 1st Corinthians 15:10, says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     But by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="criteria"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of God I am what I am: and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="criteria"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; which [was bestowed] upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="criteria"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of God which was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How true this is!  No matter what efforts we make, we must realize that we are what we are "but by the grace of God."  We must never fall asleep to the spiritual workings of God in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just as what was hard work for me (running) mesmerized me, the works which we perform in an effort to win God's favor can hypnotize us and send us into a state of independence - thinking that it's not so hard to be good on our own, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people trust in their good works to keep them out of trouble - to keep them from doing bad things.  There is nothing wrong with doing good and kindhearted deeds, but trusting in them in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; way is the wrong method of going about life.  Whether we are trusting our deeds to save us, make us happier, or even keep us from sinning, we are trusting in the wrong thing.  Just as I thought it would be impossible to fall asleep during a good, hard run (something that I still don't quite comprehend), we sometimes think that it would be difficult for one to sin while preoccupied with good works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But it is, and we need to be aware of this danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in God, for he is the most important thing we can know in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea doubtless, and I count all things [but] loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them [but] dung, that I may win Christ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Philippians 3:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**Oops, I just realized that I never finished my "Changes Since This Time Last Year" post.  I'll have to finish it later...**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-3719644166584740926?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/3719644166584740926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=3719644166584740926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3719644166584740926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3719644166584740926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/08/thud.html' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-1331687534969683584</id><published>2008-08-05T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:19:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes Since This Time Last Year</title><content type='html'>Anna tagged me to blog on this subject, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like last year at this time was so far away (yet so close).  So much has happened since then, but I have done so little.  This year has been defined, not by my actions, but by the action of God in my life.  These changes have happened so often that it has started to make me feel a little bit less independent and more dependent on my Lord.  That's the first good thing which has happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God brought me to a job on campus - a blessing in itself.  Though there were battles to be fought along the way (including thinking I wouldn't be able to work there as I am not classified as a resident of Colorado), I feel like I have grown in responsibility and knowledge of how to work with others.  Many of the people I work with are not Christians, and learning how to interact with and minister to them is the second great change which has taken place in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I began going to school, I was unsure what I wanted to do with my life.  I had been praying for years that God would show me the direction He would like me to go; it seemed like this praying was fruitless.  In my slightly OCD mind, I had compartmentalized possible career paths into three categories: Science, Medicine, or Law.  I was struggling between these, but one day God reminded me of the career path which He had laid on my heart since I was five (literally).  I had somehow lost the idea in the midst of all my efforts to choose for myself, but God gently reminded me that He wants me in the field of Dentistry.  I can't say why, but for some reason that is where God has directed the road of my life.  Deciding to pursue dentistry was the third great change which God has made in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though God showed me the career which He wants for me, He was also showing me at the same time that I had become too materialistic.  I had placed a great deal of worth on worldly objects and aspirations.  While things such as good grades, reading great literature, and becoming accomplished in music are important, they had become much too important in my life.  God has, in His kind and gentle ways, slowly ushered me away from the bosom of commercialism and materialism.  I definitely still have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; long way to go on this journey to the center of God's will, but He has somehow gotten me off to a good start.  This is the fourth change that has taken place in my life for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we moved to Colorado, God has been teaching me things that help me to make my faith my own.  God has always used my parents as a catalyst in developing my faith, and this year has been no exception.  Having long discussions and prayers about important theological concepts has helped me to understand the true nature of God.  This greater understanding of God has helped me greatly, and is a part of every other change that I have listed above.  God truly has been great to me (but that's not a change, is it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've spent a lot of time writing this far; I think I will wait until tomorrow to write the bad changes that have happened in my life.  So expect tomorrow's blog to be much shorter :P .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-1331687534969683584?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1331687534969683584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=1331687534969683584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/1331687534969683584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/1331687534969683584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/08/changes-since-this-time-last-year.html' title='Changes Since This Time Last Year'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-3881523598298408088</id><published>2008-07-15T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:17:56.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrop-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/tanwalle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/tanwalle1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wall-E: A Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This post is my first attempt at reviewing a movie (from a biblical Christian standpoint, of course!).  I don't think this will become common, I just really felt like Wall-E was a good enough movie to warrant telling people about it and it's themes.  I've broken the review down into  five subsections titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entropy, Emotion, Environment, Eve, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epilogue&lt;/span&gt;. Each of these sections discuss an important topic showcased in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the review below does not delve into the storyline of the movie, it does contain some minor spoilers.  Read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entropy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entropy - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;a process of degradation or running down or a trend to disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From Merriam-Webster's Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word describes the overall theme of the movie Wall-E better.  The movie focuses on degradation - including the decay of earth, mankind, and innocence.  This entropy observed throughout the well formulated movie can be bleak and even disturbing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the get go, we realize that the world as we know it has come to an end.  The only living thing on the planet earth is a cockroach.  To make matters worse, the earth is covered in trash that humans have left behind.  Our hero is a small robot who is left to clean up this mess the best way he knows how - compacting it into cubes and stacking skyscraper-sized towers so high that they block the sun.  If that's not bleak, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;Though things seem hopeless, the movie doesn't seem overly concerned with emotional manipulation. For the first 45 minutes, the movie presents Wall-E's story from a rather objective standpoint, as if we are watching a day in the life of earth's only (slightly) intelligent being through the eyes of a hidden camera.  This is when the movie works best, and it's what has made Pixar a household name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another thing which has helped Pixar build a wonderful reputation is the implementation of believable emotions in conventionally emotionless, thoughtless, and sometimes even repulsive beings.  Viewers feel for toys in Toy Story, fish in Finding Nemo, Monsters in Monsters, Inc. and cars, of all things, in the movie Cars.  Wall-E keeps up this trend, and, to tell the truth, takes it to another level.  As a viewer, I felt even more for Wall-E than I have for most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; characters in other films I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This leads us to the movie's strongest point - and it's biggest warning.  I don't want to give too much away, but the last half of the movie shows the importance of personal interaction, as opposed to impersonal digital interaction.  Though the movie focuses on a world where earth is falling apart, Wall-E's new found friend has disappeared, and mankind is basically doomed to an unpleasant fate, the most important message to be found here is a warning against becoming so self absorbed that we don't make and physical, vocal, or emotional contact with other human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message comes across in intriguingly simple ways.  Wall-E is less concerned about appearances than he is about building personal relationships, one introduction at a time.  The most satisfying parts of the movie involve Wall-E shaking hands with new found friends, waving to people and/or robots that he sees, and holding hands (well, claws really, if you want me to be technical) with another robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most touching part of the movie is also the most disturbing: a robot, which was created by humans, shows more human emotion and feeling than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any  &lt;/span&gt;of the people in the movie.  It brought to mind Numbers 22:21-35, where Balaam becomes so set in his ways that God uses a donkey to talk sense into him.  This is exactly the role that Wall-E plays in his movie.  The people are headed on a downward spiral toward completely emotionless communication and interaction, and Wall-E comes to make this evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It wouldn't be fair to discuss Wall-E without talking about what many think is the movie's main message: to take care of earth.  I would argue that the main point is the one I stated above about personal contact, but there is most definitely a dire warning about taking care of what God has given us.  There really isn't too much too say other than what is very obvious in the movie, but for the record, there is no finger pointing.  Mankind in general is blamed for getting lazy and not treasuring the gift that he has been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only theme which is not necessarily readily apparent is that of the fickleness of mankind's consumerist nature.  All of the people are controlled by advertisements and peer pressure to be a part of the next big thing - this is illustrated by the many advertisements for silly-looking products which are still left on the deserted earth.  In another scene, a billboard on the spaceship which humans now inhabit tells people to "try wearing blue [clothes] - it's the new red!"  All of these humans readily change without even questioning the machine's authority.  This fad-chasing nature of people, we are shown, is what caused the earth to be polluted with great amounts of trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E is different from the people, however, in that he realizes something is lacking in his life.  His innocence keeps him from knowing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; to fit in, and his behavior displays some of the movie's most intriguing philosophical statements about materialism.  For example, when he is digging through a heap of trash, he happens upon a diamond ring in a felt case.  He promptly plucks the ring out of the case and throws it away; he then inspects the ring case carefully, evidently awe-inspired.  Though this part is played for laughs, it brings up a question: Are material things really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;important just because humans place value on them?&lt;br /&gt;These questions just keep coming, too.  Would any humans be as enraptured as Wall-E is when he finds an old boot containing a plant?  Or an old dinged up fire hydrant?  Or would we just be searching for more diamonds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When Wall-E's world is invaded by a shiny new reconnaissance robot, he doesn't know what to do.  This robot is far from perfect - she represents mankind in that she is just as likely to destroy something as she is to look at it.  The unlikely pairing of the little outdated robot who likes to watch and emulate the dancing in "Hello, Dolly!" and the trigger happy, sleek new robot is one of the best on-screen romances ever captured.  Wall-E's dedication to Eve through thick and thin and the sacrifices he makes for her represent such Christlike love that it's almost hard to imagine that those involved in the movie didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to make this an allegory.  The romance's climax and resolution also echo Biblical ideals.  The writer of the story, Andrew Stanton, told Ted Baehr that the essence of the movie revolves around Jesus' statement in John 15:13 : "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In conclusion, Wall-E can be considered a moving and thought-provoking movie.  The movie has many useful messages to offer without being in-your-face or heavy-handed.  Admittedly, it is hard to not feel a little bit compromised when you go pay good money to watch a movie that tells you not to fall prey to materialism and consumerism, but the storyline itself is worth the price of admission.  Wait, I forgot - this is Pixar.  The 5-minute short before the movie is worth that price :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2816712576834550664-3881523598298408088?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/3881523598298408088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=3881523598298408088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3881523598298408088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3881523598298408088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/07/entrop-e.html' title='Entrop-E'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-3716300982574128638</id><published>2008-06-21T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:02:26.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Summer</title><content type='html'>Did you know that if you shuffle up a deck of cards the chance of them being in order (suited and in sequence) is one in 80,658,175,170,943,878,571,660,636,856,404,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000?  Interesting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I've got that little fact out of the way (it had been bothering me for some time, so I finally did the calculation and shared it), it's time for a blog post.  Yes, that's right, a BLOG POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this hasn't happened in a while - it's been over two months since my last post - but I'll try to make it meaningful.  Without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Josh and I took a hike on the Air Force Academy.  It was a short hike (2 miles one way) that took us to the Stanley Reservoir.  I forgot to take a camera, so I don't have any pictures to post :( .  But you can take my word for it - it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to enjoy the Colorado summer as much as I can.  I remember how fast the summer went by last year, and it's amazing.  I want to spend as much time as possible enjoying the weather before it gets cold again.  We are so blessed as a family to be living here in this wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying t0 hike as often as I can in order to train for hiking Pike's Peak, a feat which I hope to accomplish this year.  I'll probably hike the same trail again tomorrow, so check back here for pictures on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for a longer post coming up this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-3716300982574128638?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/3716300982574128638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=3716300982574128638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3716300982574128638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3716300982574128638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiking-summer.html' title='Hiking Summer'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-2590767750309790532</id><published>2008-04-07T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:54:19.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Days [Or, Phariseutical Pursuits]</title><content type='html'>Wow, I started off a post by making up a word in a title.  That can't be a good indication...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten into this weird cycle lately where I do school work in my sleep.  While I am asleep, I will literally be working out problems in my head.  When I wake up, it's almost like I studied the school material overnight.  Now this can be good, but it can also be confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the other morning, after a good night's rest, I woke up and got out of bed.  I had to be at school early that morning, so I took a shower and got ready for the day.  While I was making my bed, my alarm began going off.  Just as I was resetting the alarm, I heard my brother's voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noah, wake up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little confused, so I waited a few seconds, and then I rolled over on me bed.  One thing was awkward, though - I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under  &lt;/span&gt;the covers.  Just as I realized this, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woke up?" the reader may ask, "Weren't you already awake?"  The truth is that I was by no means awake, but if a dream person had told me that, I would have just laughed at him (or her, or it - I have some weird creatures in my dreams).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dreamed my entire morning routine, thinking that I was ready for the day, but in reality, I was unprepared as I could be.  Nothing that I did had mattered.  I couldn't change until I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of an important spiritual concept that we see in Luke 18:10-14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Two men went up into the temple to pray; the one a Pharisee, and the other a publican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[are], extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as [his] eyes unto heaven, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I tell you, this man went down to his house justified [rather] than the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On that morning, I was like the Pharisee.  I had done everything right: I did the good works which would get me where I wanted to be.  In reality, however, I hadn't changed.  I was absolutely deceived as to what was going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our spiritual lives, this is important as well.  No matter what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; do, we have to constantly be aware that it is only by the grace of God.  We don't want to be thought of as the Pharisees were.  Paul, in Romans 9:32, condemns them for seeking their salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;...not by faith, but as it were by the &lt;span class="criteria"&gt;works&lt;/span&gt; of the law. For they stumbled at that stumblingstone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More to come later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2816712576834550664-2590767750309790532?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2590767750309790532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=2590767750309790532' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2590767750309790532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2590767750309790532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dream-days-very-important-lesson.html' title='My Dream Days [Or, Phariseutical Pursuits]'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-8030476108431653550</id><published>2008-04-02T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:21:32.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's List of Sevens</title><content type='html'>7 things I'd like to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn to Skydive&lt;br /&gt;3) Read all of Henry's commentaries (I guess I had better get busy right now!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Get a doctoral degree&lt;br /&gt;5) Be in a bluegrass band ;)&lt;br /&gt;6) Own a golden retriever&lt;br /&gt;7) Go whale-watching on an Alaskan cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I can't do well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Listen to seven conversations at one time&lt;br /&gt;2) Talk with people about unimportant or trivial things&lt;br /&gt;3) Watch movie adaptations of Jane Austen books&lt;br /&gt;4) See the big picture&lt;br /&gt;5) Think about things in realistic terms&lt;br /&gt;6) Give something my full attention without thinking about schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;7) Read other people's blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 favorite movies (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Chronicles of Narnia: LWW&lt;br /&gt;2) Bleak House (I think this counts...)&lt;br /&gt;3) The Lord of the Rings Movies&lt;br /&gt;4) The Maltese Falcon&lt;br /&gt;5) Mr. Smith Goes to Washington&lt;br /&gt;6) Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;7) How Shall We Then Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I say often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Often&lt;br /&gt;2) Really?&lt;br /&gt;3) Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;4) Why does it always have to snow?&lt;br /&gt;5) Amen&lt;br /&gt;6) How are you?&lt;br /&gt;7) Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 favorite books and authors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wuthering Heights&lt;br /&gt;2) Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;3) C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;4) The Bible&lt;br /&gt;5) Jack London&lt;br /&gt;6) Ivanhoe&lt;br /&gt;7) Robert Louis Stevenson (especially Kidnapped and Treasure Island)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The demise of mass media&lt;br /&gt;2) Crater Lake, Oregon (again)&lt;br /&gt;3) A hobbit hole!&lt;br /&gt;4) The Great Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;5) My favorite band live in concert (sadly, they just went on a permanent hiatus)&lt;br /&gt;6) Every knee bow and tongue confess that Christ is Lord&lt;br /&gt;7) The ruins of ancient Greece and Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Doc&lt;br /&gt;2) Grumpy&lt;br /&gt;3) Happy&lt;br /&gt;4) Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;5) Bashful&lt;br /&gt;6) Sneezy&lt;br /&gt;7) Dopey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-8030476108431653550?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8030476108431653550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=8030476108431653550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8030476108431653550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8030476108431653550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/04/noahs-list-of-sevens.html' title='Noah&apos;s List of Sevens'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-4874129915339530293</id><published>2008-02-29T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:25:14.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Blog</title><content type='html'>I just created a new photo blog at &lt;a href="http://www.orfieldpics.blogspot.com"&gt;orfieldpics.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; .   Right now it only has one picture on it, but hopefully it will be easier to keep up to date than this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-4874129915339530293?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4874129915339530293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=4874129915339530293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4874129915339530293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4874129915339530293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-blog.html' title='Photo Blog'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-4317686490569604969</id><published>2008-02-21T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:12:21.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact of the Day: My Posts Are Rarer Than a 30-Second Steak, And They Contain Less Substance</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I haven't been on here for quite some time.  I'll try to make this post meaningful, even though I don't feel like there's much to write about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy trying to keep up with school this semester.  It's flying by so fast; I can hardly believe that five weeks of school have already passed.  I've been busy playing catch-up with all of my work so far.  Maybe one of these days I'll get ahead, but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really unhappy that I didn't get to see the lunar eclipse on Wednesday.  I had been planning to watch the disappearance of the moon for weeks, and then good old Colorado weather set in.  Clouds covered the sky, but surprisingly no snow fell.  The clouds were just enough to block a clear view of the moon, making it impossible to watch the eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  Maybe I'll see the eclipse in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get tired of the cold weather here in Colorado.  It was fun at first, but my relationship with freezing temperatures was doomed from the start.  Once the novelty of living in a place where it snows wore off, the realization that with snow comes uncomfortable temperatures (or maybe it's the other way around ;)) set in.  I have been dealing with keeping my body warm for months now.  It seems like it becomes increasingly harder to keep my hands warm.  I guess it's just the Raynaud's acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all of the information I'm going to put in this post.  I'll try not to make any more empty promises about keeping the blog up to date.  I realize that it must annoy some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, however, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;to write regular posts.  We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-4317686490569604969?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4317686490569604969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=4317686490569604969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4317686490569604969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4317686490569604969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2008/02/fact-of-day-my-posts-are-rarer-than-30.html' title='Fact of the Day: My Posts Are Rarer Than a 30-Second Steak, And They Contain Less Substance'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-5144453519209125356</id><published>2007-12-27T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:17:20.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a God-Touched Year</title><content type='html'>Isn't life funny?  We always end up where we least expect, though that's not always a bad thing.  This year has brought many unexpected changes in my life and I have grown in many ways.  God has been good and has really blessed me this year.  He has had His hands all over 2007, and He left some fingerprints that I'll never be able to erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember much about the beginning of the year.  Working at Starbucks was a new experience for me, and I was just beginning to settle down there.  I was making my way around Vegas in style thanks to my dad's truck and a driver's license [don't let the gate guards fool you, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;allowed to drive if you have a license at age 16 or 17 ;)].  After much praying and deliberating, I decided to quit Tae Kwon Do altogether because of several incidents which occurred at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss that part of my life, but God knew what was best for me.  I soon found that I would need the extra time for my Calculus class.  I was also taking Physics, Music and Philosphy that semester, leaving me plenty of time to work ~24 hours per week and still learn the class material well.  I made a lot of friends at Starbucks and learned a lot about customer service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer is always right, as I would find out when the hippie lady told me that her milk, which I had just steamed until it boiled out of the pitcher onto my hand, wasn't hot enough.  Or the time that the crazy man told me that the first time he had seen the jacket he was wearing it was on James Bond in "Goldfinger." That was the same man that once scared a customer away by telling the frightened gentleman that he deserved to be shot.  My personal favorite customer service memory was the time that the older man got feisty because he had ordered a decaf coffee drink, but he could "taste that there was caffeine in it."  (I would like to know more about this being able to taste caffeine; it's a totally new concept to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of my short tenure at Starbucks, I was blessed with a visit from someone who I had previously known from Tae Kwon Do.  The story that she told me blew me away; I was astonished and humbled by what God had done in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months earlier, I had been practicing kicks with this lady at the base community center, where classes were held.  On one of the kicks, I somehow brought my knee up into this person's abdominal area.  I still don't know how this happened, because I am very careful about minimizing or eliminating contact during kicks, but I hit her rather hard.  The kick knocked the wind out of her, but she seemed to be okay.  However, in the days after that, she didn't show up to the school to practice.  When I saw her later, she appeared to be in pain still, and thought that her ribs may have been broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed with guilt and shame when I learned that I had hit her so hard.  I had tried my best not to bring too much power into my kicks, and I had still hurt someone pretty badly.  I became convicted about the sport, and never really put my heart back into it.  The possibility of hurting someone else was too much for me, and I decided not to fight anyone who was smaller or weaker than me.  I should have quit right then, but I felt too attached to the sport to give it up altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God would have it otherwise, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around that time, my Sa Bum Neem started making boys and girls wrestle with each other.  I was lucky enough not to be asked to wrestle with a female (I would have refused, anyway).  His view about co-ed participation, along with a new attitude toward business because he retired from the the Air Force and took up Tae Kwon Do full-time, caused me to part ways with my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I was rather unthoughtful toward my friends at Tae Kwon Do.  I didn't say goodbye to anyone, because I knew that it was best for me not to show my face at the school again.  God told me not to go back, and that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us back to the part of the story where I'm working at Starbucks.  I was busy making drinks one day, when the lady who I had injured showed up in line.  She asked to talk to me and I thought that she was going to let me know what injuries she had sustained during the sparring incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else beginning to see a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady simply told me that she had been to the doctor to get an X-ray, and that the doctor had found something life-threatening when he examined the photographs.  She looked me in the eyes and told me matter-of-factly that I had saved her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see myself when she presented this information to me, but I'm sure I would have set the world record for the farthest someone's jaw has ever dropped.  I was astonished that this lady would come in and tell me this.  I couldn't believe that something so bad could result in a changed life.  At first it was hard for me to accept.  But then I realized that it wasn't impossible.  God had turned bad things into good ones many times before.  That's what He's best at, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to move on from such a memorable event in my life.  It may seem trivial to many, but to me it was such an excellent example of exactly what God does.  It was a perfect illustration of what He has done in my own life, and how he controls the outcomes of all my actions.  I guess you could call that my biggest lesson from 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be more concise as I move through the rest of the year.  I finished my Associate of Science degree in May, but I didn't receive my diploma until I lived in Colorado.  The big move, which had forever seemed so far away, sneaked up on me quicker than a weather change here in Monument, my new location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was accepted to the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs for the fall semester, pursuing a Bachelor's degree in Chemistry.  I only took nine credits while I tried to get used to the city and the campus and get settled into my new job as a loan processor for the college.  One of the classes was junior-level, though, and it was nice to be able to make a smooth transition into higher lever coursework (which, believe it or not, really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;harder).  God blessed me with good grades for the fall semester, and helped me to get to know some of the students and staff in my degree area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I have been going to Hope church, a small home-discipleship oriented congregation in northern Colorado Springs, since we moved to Colorado.  We have been amazed at the friends and fellowship that God has provided us with in the short seven months that we have lived in this beautiful place.  We even ran into some friends that we knew from Georgia five or six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the year has been full of ups and downs for me and my family.  I have learned many things mental, physical, and spiritual as God has nurtured me through another amazing year.  I know that there are bigger challenges and tests coming my way in the New Year, but by God's grace I will make it through to be a more mature person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blessed Sinner,&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Management does not allow me to accept tips.  I am serious.  I could lose my job if I took that money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-5144453519209125356?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5144453519209125356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=5144453519209125356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5144453519209125356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5144453519209125356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts-on-god-touched-year.html' title='Thoughts on a God-Touched Year'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-5876039554982189523</id><published>2007-12-19T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:53:12.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad lib'/><title type='text'>Here's Your Work Of Art!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="madlibsheader"&gt;&lt;span class="madlibs"&gt;Here's the story that you guys gave me.  I think it sounds like a fun place to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amusement park is always fun to visit on a hot summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;philospher&lt;/span&gt;.  When you get there, you can rent a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt; and go for a swim.  And there are lots of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; things to eat.  You can start off with a hot dog on&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; with mustard, relish, and &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;kittens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on it.  Then you can have a buttered ear of &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;microphone&lt;/span&gt; with a&lt;br /&gt;nice  slice of watermelon and a big bottle of&lt;br /&gt;cold &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt;.  When you are full, it's time to go on the&lt;br /&gt;roller coaster, which should settle your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cotamundi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Other amusement park rides are the Dodge-Em which has little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;perambulators&lt;/span&gt;, that you drive and run into other &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;air conditioners&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and the Merry-Go-Round where you can sit on a big &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;abacus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and try to grab the gold &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;thesaurus &lt;/span&gt;as you ride past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a three hour open period tomorrow when I won't be busy and will be away from home, so I'll post something a little more thoughtful then...&lt;br /&gt;&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/2816712576834550664-5876039554982189523?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5876039554982189523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=5876039554982189523' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5876039554982189523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5876039554982189523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/12/heres-your-work-of-art.html' title='Here&apos;s Your Work Of Art!'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-7368382790014356628</id><published>2007-12-13T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:38:47.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a fun game...</title><content type='html'>Today we're going to do a mad lib!  I'm going to give you guys a list of items that I need for the story, and you need to comment and tell me what you want the words to be.  Once I've gotten all of the words I need, I'll make a new post with the finished work.  (This is really just buying me time until the weekend, when I can write something a little more thoughtful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Noun&lt;br /&gt;2.Noun&lt;br /&gt;3.Adjective&lt;br /&gt;4.Noun&lt;br /&gt;5.Plural Noun&lt;br /&gt;6.Noun&lt;br /&gt;7.Liquid&lt;br /&gt;8.Noun&lt;br /&gt;9.Plural Noun&lt;br /&gt;10.Plural Noun&lt;br /&gt;11.Noun&lt;br /&gt;12.Noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please only answer one at a time, and wait until someone else has commented with an answer before adding another one (this may take a while, as there aren't many faithful readers, but I'll bet we can be patient, can't we?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please make it easy for me to write up the next post by separating your answer out from the rest of your comment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;           1.(Like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;^^I guess that's not really a rule, is it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-7368382790014356628?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/7368382790014356628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=7368382790014356628' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/7368382790014356628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/7368382790014356628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/12/heres-fun-game.html' title='Here&apos;s a fun game...'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-5559646173417010711</id><published>2007-12-05T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:53:00.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>I've got finals until next Wednesday, so I'll probably be too busy to post until after that.  Look for something rather fun starting maybe that Thursday or Friday, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, though, I thought I would post a few thoughts on the PC trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  This trailer has more action and special effects than the entire first movie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ben Barnes better have a more convincing accent that when he says "I am Prince Caspian," or it's going to be hard to watch him act.&lt;br /&gt;3. Trumpkin looks perfect (I was a little worried at first after I looked at some of the concept art for the movie)&lt;br /&gt;4. I love King Miraz's armor and that of his entire 'armada,' especially the masks.&lt;br /&gt;5. While Peter, Susan and Edmund look ~1 year older, Lucy looks at least two, if not three, years older in the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;6. Aslan's not any bigger?&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to live on that island.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;8. Still haven't seen doctor Cornelius.&lt;br /&gt;9. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;10. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-5559646173417010711?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5559646173417010711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=5559646173417010711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5559646173417010711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5559646173417010711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/12/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-4699967887871478622</id><published>2007-12-04T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:09:22.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://narniaweb.com/news.asp?id=1355&amp;amp;dl=14478175"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/R1ZAEW7khYI/AAAAAAAAABU/9iVAET3I03w/s320/Narnia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140366468309091714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint:&lt;br /&gt;(If you made it this far, you probably didn't click on the picture)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-4699967887871478622?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4699967887871478622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=4699967887871478622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4699967887871478622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4699967887871478622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise.....'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/R1ZAEW7khYI/AAAAAAAAABU/9iVAET3I03w/s72-c/Narnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-5814589291076127934</id><published>2007-11-30T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:17:26.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangers of Hydric Acid</title><content type='html'>I thought something Chemistry-related might be of interest to my readers.  Especially when it concerns a potentially life-threatening chemical which is so commonly used despite its known dangers that it is appalling.  I was doing some research and came upon a compound, which is widely used throughout the world without any intervention from the people or governments of the land.  This compound is Hydric Acid (also know as DHMO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This acid, though not overly caustic, causes thousands of deaths per year.  The most common cause of death is accidental inhalation of the liquid form of DHMO.  The solid state, however, can cause severe tissue damage and, often, death.  However, there is no legislation against the use of this compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many may not believe it, this compound is used widely by most chemical, pharmaceutical, and industrial companies for syntheses and hydrolyses.  This chemical is used in the preparation of most of our foods, so that no one is safe.  When it is created, it is often dumped in bulk into water supply sources such as oceans, lakes, and rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This compound is the main component of acid rain, and is responsible for millions of dollars of land erosion.  However, despite these dangers, it is still ingested by many.  Professional athletes intake large amounts of Hydric acid in order to increase their performance, with no consequences from sports authorities.  Remember the controversy surrounding Floyd Landis winning the Tour de France?  Well, no one mentioned that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single athlete&lt;/span&gt; in the race had taken some amount of hydric acid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the express purpose of enhancing their athletic performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Hydric acid, once ingested a few times, is so addictive that withdrawal from using it is almost always fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for something really scary?  As far as scientists can tell, Hydric acid is in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of the bottled performance drinks that you and I drink.  Even analysis of common tap water has shown that Hydric acid is a major contaminant of what comes out of your faucet.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why has the government not reined in the use of Hydric acid?  Possibly because it is part of some of the biggest markets in the world.  We're to the point now, however, where it would be fatal to most of America's population if Hydric acid was banned.  Most of us are so dependent on it now that our bodies would not function normally if we could not take Hydric acid often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are one of those asking why you've never heard of DHMO, you are not alone.  Examine any bottled product, and you won't see Hydric Acid or DHMO anywhere on the ingredients label.  However, companies have gotten away with giving it a more common name for so long that all but a few even remember that it is called Hydric acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for this blog post.  I just felt like there was an urgent need to make people aware of this dangerous common chemical.  Here are some extra links for the information junkies out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dhmo.org/"&gt;DHMO Research Division&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netreach.net/%7Erjones/no_dhmo.html"&gt;Ban DHMO!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment and let me know what you think about this compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have commented (but only after) you should come back to this page and highlight the text.  This will reveal an amazing fact about DHMO.  PLEASE do not highlight the page until you have posted your thoughts.  You may make another comment after you find out the last, most important piece of information about Hydric acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!DHMO is Dihydrogen Monoxide (WATER)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-5814589291076127934?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5814589291076127934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=5814589291076127934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5814589291076127934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5814589291076127934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/11/dangers-of-hydric-acid.html' title='The Dangers of Hydric Acid'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-712603931961221830</id><published>2007-11-26T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:02:05.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>It's Here...</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's the snow.  Or it could be living in a new house.  Perhaps it is the realization of how blessed I truly am this year.  Whatever the reason, I'm really, truly excited about Christmas this year.  And it's only the end of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so excited about the celebration of Christ's birth before.  And I've absolutely never been even a little bit excited about Christmas this early in the year.  If you know me, you'll agree that I'm usually the first one to bring up issues with 'rushing the season' and what not.  But this year everything is different.  The weather is brisk and cold.  There is still snow on the ground.  We're regularly meeting with other believers at the church and in other places.  I couldn't have even imagined these circumstances at the same time last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's moving out of Las Vegas.  Maybe my outlook on the world is different.  Maybe I'm suffering from a hopeless case of overblown sentimentality.  But it's happening, and there's no stopping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the Christmas music (I confess I've been listening to that for a month already).  No amount of cheesiness could kill my excitement over the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the fact that school is over in two weeks.  Or the fact that school is over in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's here.  I'm ready to light candles and sing carols.  I'm ready to read the story of Jesus' birth and spend time with my family around the [gas] fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe I'll never feel this way again.  Maybe I'll be overtaken by the rampant cynicism which commands so many people's thoughts around this time.  But for this year, I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for school to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-712603931961221830?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/712603931961221830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=712603931961221830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/712603931961221830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/712603931961221830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here...'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-1587683935360476877</id><published>2007-11-22T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:02:36.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>My Thankful List</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://studenthacks.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/pumpkin-pi.jpg" alt="pumpkin pi" height="405" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I haven't posted since November 4.  And it seems like it was just yesterday that I finished typing up that short blog post.  I don't know what's going on, but right now my head is still spinning at about 100 Hz (but by God's grace the Thanksgiving break came at just the right time to slow me down and give me a chance to catch up on life).&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Thanksgiving day.  It's always nice to stay at home and be reminded by how blessed I am to have the family that I have.  There's something about this day that just brings out those grateful feelings in me (which is weird because I usually am not sentimental &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;).  So maybe for today's post I'll just write the ways that God has blessed me and what I'm thankful for, since I'm in a sappy mood and won't mind doing such an unoriginal thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Moving from Las Vegas to Colorado (I realize that God's plan was for me to be in Nevada, but I would rather be following His will in Colorado than in Las Vegas :P ).&lt;br /&gt;2.  Sweet potatoes (mmmmm).&lt;br /&gt;3.  The gift of music.&lt;br /&gt;4.  God's purpose for my life (even though it looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; funny to me sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;5.  Microsoft Office Excel (I wouldn't have made it through this semester without it).&lt;br /&gt;6.  Snow (that powdery-white stuff that I've gotten way less of than I expected when I made this move).&lt;br /&gt;7.  My loving family (I feel sort of bad for putting this one so low on the list, but just for the record, numbers on lists don't mean anything to me).&lt;br /&gt;8.  Words (and a marvelous God who gave me the ability and provides the words for me to speak).&lt;br /&gt;9.  My down blanket (which I'm about to grab because I'm freezing right now).&lt;br /&gt;10.  That my commute to college and work is only ~25 minutes (as opposed to 45-60 minutes in Las Vegas).&lt;br /&gt;11.  Hoodies (can you tell that I'm cold right now?)&lt;br /&gt;12.  Christmas music (and finally having an excuse to listen to Christmas music).&lt;br /&gt;13.  My musical instruments&lt;br /&gt;14.  Finding a family-integrated church and meeting like-minded believers so soon after we moved to Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Being able to go to college (and do that while still living at home with #7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could list a whole lot more than this, but I'm tired and I'm so thankful for my warm bed that I think I'll call it a night (it's a night!) and post this list like it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-1587683935360476877?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1587683935360476877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=1587683935360476877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/1587683935360476877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/1587683935360476877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-thankful-list.html' title='My Thankful List'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-4422001355516521901</id><published>2007-11-04T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:54:23.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right and wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Short Post to Address an Interesting Comment and Wrap Up the Mystery of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cartoon sort of relates to what we're talking about today, (mis)construe it how you will:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/Ry69hMbowJI/AAAAAAAAABM/XspGt2Ruj6M/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/Ry69hMbowJI/AAAAAAAAABM/XspGt2Ruj6M/s320/death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129245403592048786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anika Q (I think this is someone from the Rebelution) wrote me a thought-provoking comment for my last post on music.  I thought that I would talk a little bit about what she wrote in this post.&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Here is some of what Anika wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now, I looked up a Christian death metal band, called 'With Blood Comes Cleansing'. The title song for their album Golgotha has these lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This is the place of the skull where terror reigned. A crucifixion of agony and pain. A crown of thorns pierced his skin. Bound by our wages of sin. Mercy so undeserved. We cursed our God. While he suffered. The skies grow&lt;br /&gt;dark and the earth shakes and for a second your heart breaks. Eloi eloi lama sabacthani. Our souls lie in Golgotha. Prophecy fulfilled in Golgotha.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There is not much there to complain about. However, when I started to listen to the music, I was appalled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;I sometimes think about what turns us off from music like this.  The words are beautiful, but this band took a beautiful thing and de-valued it in our eyes.  The reason that this style of music is distasteful to us is because of it's inherent purpose.  Death metal (along with Black metal and many other kinds of music) was created for the purpose of celebrating sinful actions and desires.  It was not created to glorify God, and most Christians have characterized it as hostile to a Christian and Biblical worldview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Begin Noah's random thought**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the definition of music I'm using, while it is very broad, would not technically include Death metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music: an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Death metal, from what I have read and the very little that I have coincidentally heard (I would not subject myself to torture, you know) does not possess any of these musical qualities mentioned in this definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**End random Noah's thought**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what Anika continued to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I just did not like that music at all. I found it disgusting. In fact, in my own mind I labeled it evil. However, just because I personally dislike a certain style does not make it evil. However, is it possible for music to be inherently evil, regardless of what lyrics used, and if so how do we judge that? Going back to your first post, I would most definitely not play such music to God and His angels. However, some Christians would have no problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Well, that's a hard topic to approach.  Let's see what God has to say about it in his word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[This] I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfil the lust of the flesh.  For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would.&lt;br /&gt;Gal 5:16-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We see that, it we are living by the Spirit, it will lead us to do what is right in God's eyes (that's the only thing that is right, right?).  We will know if something is right or wrong, for the Spirit will make it known to us.  You and I can see that this music is not glorifying God (though I wouldn't readily call it a lust of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;flesh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me into a discussion of sin and freedom in Christ that I wanted to save for my next blog post.  We'll wave a fond farewell to our discussion of music and start up on the topic of right and wrong next time (probably next weekend, I have three big tests coming up this week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we come to the conclusion of this short discussion of music, we see that music still remains a mystery.  I didn't write as much as I could have (these thoughts are hard to capture with all this distracting fingertapping).  However, I encourage you to study further on this subject, and let me know what conclusions you come to.  We see that music still remains a mystery and a pursuit that we must continually request God's guidance for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep thinking and praying about next week's topic, and we'll see what comes of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2816712576834550664-4422001355516521901?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4422001355516521901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=4422001355516521901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4422001355516521901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4422001355516521901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/11/short-post-to-address-interesting.html' title='Short Post to Address an Interesting Comment and Wrap Up the Mystery of Music'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/Ry69hMbowJI/AAAAAAAAABM/XspGt2Ruj6M/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-8253415868225575116</id><published>2007-10-26T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:30:36.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>The Mystery of Music, Part Deux (Am I Guarding My Ears? Am I Causing My Brother to Stumble?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RyJcccbowII/AAAAAAAAABE/QvibA7GEUfs/s1600-h/music_symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RyJcccbowII/AAAAAAAAABE/QvibA7GEUfs/s320/music_symbol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125760969639248002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music can be a very personal and subjective thing.  It is like a language that everyone can interpret, but these interpretations can be vastly different.  Whether the music in question is instrumental, vocal, or something in between, it can be construed to be offensive to one person while another finds it encouraging or enlightening.  (I'm not talking about a lot of the 'music' that is just an excuse to use a lot of obscene language or explicit material -- for the purposes of this discussion, we are not considering this to fit into the field of music).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because music can demand a lot of interpretation and decoding from it's listeners, we should be wary of different ways that music could be seen as obscene.  The last thing that we want to do is to listen to something without thinking about words or musical structure.  If we don't actively participate in the musical experience, we are likely to become mesmerized, resulting in possible confusion for ourselves or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, let's say that Jim, a Christian, has just found this new musical entity that he can't stop listening to.  After a few tracks on the CD, though, Jim begins letting himself go and not concentrating on what the singer is saying (or the music is implying).  Once Jim has listened to the whole CD, he decides that he loves it because he really feels good after listening.  He recommends it to his best friend, who listens and is offended by some inappropriate content on the disc.  He confronts Jim, who is still oblivious to the fact that there even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; anything out of line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous scenario leads Jim into an uncomfortable position, and it's all because he wasn't guarding his ears.  He did not take an active stance of vigilance, and ended up in hot water as a result.  We should always make every effort we can to guard our minds.  It would be far better to choose to listen to inappropriate music and understand that it is sinful, than for us to listen to it unawares, and be influenced by the lyrics or musical suggestions in a negative way without even realizing the hold that these things have on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of several examples where I have been on both sides of a scenario which results from the unintentional lack of knowledge of a subject, whether that subject is musical or not.  This isn't the place for me to write those down, however.  The point is that these awkward situations are stuck in my mind.  I can remember almost all of the recommendations made to me by others that resulted in offense on my part.  I wish so badly that those things hadn't happened.  Though I didn't yield to the perception that person who made the recommendation was not truly following Christ, most of the time the event adversely affected my idea of who that person was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that you have freedom in Christ; that you have been set free from these expectations.  That is true, actually.  The freedom that you have not been given is the freedom to hinder your fellow Christian's walk with the Lord.  Please, feel free to use your freedom without hindering someone else's.  (I think that this will make for an excellent new topic after I'm done with music ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should ask ourselves these questions before making musical choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Am I actively guarding my ears from Unbiblical influences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Am I causing offense to my brother or sister in Christ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2816712576834550664-8253415868225575116?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8253415868225575116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=8253415868225575116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8253415868225575116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8253415868225575116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/10/mystery-of-music-part-deux-am-i.html' title='The Mystery of Music, Part Deux (Am I Guarding My Ears? Am I Causing My Brother to Stumble?)'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RyJcccbowII/AAAAAAAAABE/QvibA7GEUfs/s72-c/music_symbol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-2572366158914370655</id><published>2007-10-15T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:54:40.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery of Music, Part I (Is this Glorifying God?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I don't have much time, so this could be a quick post, depending on how fast I type and think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Part I:  Why Music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Music is a natural function of man.  If you're human, you have some tendency toward music.  I believe that God has given this great gift which we use to express our feelings.  Music adds a whole new level of emotion and expression to thoughts or ideas.  It really is the "universal language."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why has God given us music, though?  Is it just to give us temporary pleasure, or does it have some greater purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;If we view our lives with a Biblical worldview, we believe that every part of our existence is meant to be used for some purpose by God.  We are here to glorify Him and spread His light.  This view applies to all aspects of our life, including music.  I've heard arguments (and witnessed practical application of) the idea that music should be separate from the rest of our life.  This couldn't be further from the truth.  We must remain whole, and not segregate different parts of our lives.  In Jesus' words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;     And if a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="criteria"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="criteria"&gt;divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; against itself, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="criteria"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; cannot stand.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(Mark 3:25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A similar rule applies to our lives.  We cannot ''believe'' one thing and do another.  As the old adage says, you should practice what you preach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Whatever we do with our bodies, whether it be physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual, we should treat them as borrowed items.  If you were entrusted with another person's belongings, you would treat them with the highest respect (hopefully).  Perhaps this is not the case with things which belong to you.  You may not be as careful with them, because you assume that if something happens to them, it's your personal loss.  I'll be the first to admit that I'm less careful with things that are mine.  One thing which we are forbidden to treat as a personal belonging, however, is our bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In 1 Corinthians 6:19, Paul offers a warning about treating our bodies as our own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost [which is] in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We should give our bodies the respect that we would give something which has been loaned to us.  We are not our own, we belong to God.  We are the temple of His Holy Ghost.  Think about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We are a temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Temples, Churches, Chapels, and Sanctuaries hold a peculiar place in the mind of man.  Even the most conservative of us are moved by the solemnity and spirituality of high church proceedings.  There is something holy about the reverence shown in these churches.  The whole worship service helps an individual keep in mind that he or she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;in the presence of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;  We are always in His presence, but a service like this brings that to the front of our mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This brings me to my next point (well, it's really a question): What kind of music would you play in a temple?  The ever-present knowledge of God's omnipresence that a temple elicits from a human makes many of us think that the music would have to be perfect.  It would have to be purposefully glorifying to God before we would play it for Him, wouldn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In conclusion (of this part), we see that God's plan for music is for it to bring him glory.  We need to constantly keep this in mind as we listen to, compose, or play music.  Question #1 for if the music is what it should be is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;1.  Is this glorifying God?  Or: (Would I play this for God or his angels?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And always keep in mind that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;some people have entertained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="criteria"&gt;angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; without knowing it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(Hebrews 13:2b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Would you play your music for God's angels, if you knew that they were in your presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/2816712576834550664-2572366158914370655?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2572366158914370655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=2572366158914370655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2572366158914370655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2572366158914370655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/10/mystery-of-music-part-i-is-this.html' title='The Mystery of Music, Part I (Is this Glorifying God?)'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-4018377991659484810</id><published>2007-10-13T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T17:58:45.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Pictures</title><content type='html'>I was going to write a little bit about music, but thought that maybe I'd lighten the mood first by posting something fun (something I have yet to do on this blog).  So here it is, a Picture Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos are from an event which was just held in Las Vegas, called Super Groom 2007.  Pet owners (most of the 'pets' seem to be poodles ... meh) shave, sculpt, and dye their dogs' hair to dress them up.  Some of the results are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, here are the pictures of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dog Sculptures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(as in sculptures made from dogs, not sculptures made to look like dogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RxFmAHp4pTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_HIXaL4DHhE/s1600-h/poodle+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RxFmAHp4pTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_HIXaL4DHhE/s320/poodle+horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120986403537724722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is sort of creepy ... instead of making the poodle look like a horse (which I would have expected), the owner decided to put a horse on the poodle.  Sort of unusual, but isn't shaving and dyeing a dog's hair unique anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RxFnfnp4pXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GCEKeUcW8XI/s1600-h/poodle+lamv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RxFnfnp4pXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GCEKeUcW8XI/s320/poodle+lamv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120988044215231858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is really neat.  Look at how the fishnet stockings, high heels, and jacket are all made of the dog's fur.  I like this one a lot better than the last one (but the dog's outfit seems to be a little immodest, don't you think? ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RxFoK3p4pYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i2NcKe9vQho/s1600-h/jack+sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RxFoK3p4pYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i2NcKe9vQho/s320/jack+sparrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120988787244574082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my second-favorite of the bunch.  I promise that that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;not Jack Sparrow.  I know, I know, it's hard to believe, but just bear with me and I'll prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I can't prove it.  Maybe that really is Jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time for the very best picture. (I probably think that because this dog isn't a poodle).  This one tricked me at first, and I didn't even notice that the dog's hair was it's outfit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RxFpTnp4pZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jupCT40tLD8/s1600-h/grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RxFpTnp4pZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jupCT40tLD8/s320/grinch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120990037080057234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how real this one looks.  I think I've found my desktop background for when Christmas Season comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today's post.  I'll probably write my first entry on The Mystery Of Music tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-4018377991659484810?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/4018377991659484810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=4018377991659484810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4018377991659484810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/4018377991659484810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-pictures.html' title='Fun Pictures'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WgY6_M78hxQ/RxFmAHp4pTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_HIXaL4DHhE/s72-c/poodle+horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-3417368335955515455</id><published>2007-10-12T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:25:49.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing a New Series ... "The Mystery Of Music" (Just So You Know, This Doesn't Really Count As Part 1 -- This Is Just An Announcement)</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot about music and its use in our lives lately.  After an odd experience at college with a woman who is a music minor, I've been wondering what the purpose of music should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common perception of music today seems to be that it's only purpose is to make you feel good.  If it can do that, then it is 'good' music.  Otherwise, it is considered to be too conventional or formulaic.  If you doesn't give you a high, then it's not a good drug, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Christians today claim to believe that anything in our life should bring glory to God.  This seems to simply be a catch-all phrase, though.  There are exceptions to the rule.  To many confessing Christians music and movies are 'different,' and should not be a part of an integrated Christian lifestyle (we're not going to focus on movies here ... that's a different discussion :) ).  This type of segregated attitude is detrimental, and should be checked before it gets too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music can be a useful tool to honor our great God with.  It can help minister to others through its ethereal beauty and innate structure.  Learning or listening to music can help to stimulate our minds.  But what we do with the music we listen to, and what our purpose in listening to (or participating in) music is, make up an integral part of the science of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tommorrow I will begin an &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;-part series on music, its effects on our lives, and the importance of maintaining a healthy intent in our love (or hate) of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters beware -- what is about to follow in subsequent posts is a (not so) in depth study of an amazing tool which the human mind has yet to fully comprehend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystery Of Music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-3417368335955515455?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/3417368335955515455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=3417368335955515455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3417368335955515455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3417368335955515455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-new-series-mystery-of-music.html' title='Introducing a New Series ... &quot;The Mystery Of Music&quot; (Just So You Know, This Doesn&apos;t Really Count As Part 1 -- This Is Just An Announcement)'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-2542799598447234748</id><published>2007-10-11T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:57:10.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=5,0,0,0" width="300" height="250" id="300x250" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.bellathemovie.com/downloads/banners/300x250.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.bellathemovie.com/downloads/banners/300x250.swf" menu="false" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="300" height="250" name="300x250" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it.  In our sinful world, abortion is always going to be an issue.  Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's banned by law, it will still happen.  It's a sad and scary fact, but it's true.  Our self-centered society (and all those that came before it) will always hold a disrespect of other's lives.  The easiest way to point this out is by showing that a woman and a man really are willing to kill their own babies so that their lives will be better.  To reduce their own pain.  The thought makes me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new documentary-ish film "Lake of Fire" (read about this at your own risk - even Christianity Today's review was rather sickening), which releases tomorrow, is trying to show both sides of the abortion spectrum.  The film, which I have only read about, and do not plan on seeing, seems rather to be a graphic depiction of what abortion -- and fighting for or against it -- can do to a person.  However, the filmmaker, Tony Kaye, seems to think that he was objective and showed that both pro-choice and pro-lifers are rational.  I find it hard to believe that he can show a doctor filtering through parts of a dead baby on a medical tray or a woman who is dead after performing an abortion on herself, and still believe that he is being reasonable.  If you can show that and still think that there are reasonable arguments for and against abortion, I pity you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't judge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God pities you, too.&lt;br /&gt;That's why he turned you over to a depraved mind.  I hope that doesn't sound too harsh, but it's the truth.  God was too merciful to allow you to suffer in the knowledge of your sin.  So He made you not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly is saddening to see how many people are deceived by a pro-choice position.  It is, however, encouraging to find that not all filmmakers in Hollywood are so confused.  One of them - writer and directer Alejandro Gomez Monteverde - has decided to show how a "choice" can 'change your life forever.'  The plot of his film, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;, which releases in a limited number of theatres on October 26, is being kept under wraps by the movie's ad campaign, but he has already received rave reviews for his work.  Ted Baehr's movieguide.org urges Christians to support the movie, which is reported to have a strong pro-life slant.  Catholic leagues around the nation are rallying to support this movie, and a pre-release promotional showing here in Colorado Springs has helped the movie to acquire the support of local religious leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the film yet, but I plan to be there on opening day.  I am going to help promote the film if possible (I've already signed up to receive promotional materials) and I hope that it will do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you to check out the movie's website, &lt;a href="http://www.bellathemovie.com/"&gt;www.bellathemovie.com&lt;/a&gt;, and see what you think.  And after that, pray for Tony Kaye and those who think that abortion is an issue that has no right answer and depends on personal situations or circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-2542799598447234748?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2542799598447234748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=2542799598447234748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2542799598447234748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2542799598447234748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/10/bella.html' title='Bella'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-1465127174684452966</id><published>2007-09-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:34:16.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purity ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father daughter purity ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado springs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadmoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>Father Daughter Purity Ball at the Broadmoor</title><content type='html'>I got a chance to be involved in "the" Father Daughter Purity Ball here in Colorado Springs last Friday.  It was fun to help out there, and I was glad I got the chance to see it happen.  I was also impressed with the way that the event took place.  Overall, this counter-cultural movement is impressive, and I admire Randy Wilson and his family for their motivation to spread a message of purity to families around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, at the ball, I was glad to see the number of fathers who seemed to have the hearts and the devotion of their daughters.  I don't know if this was a result of the purity movement that the Wilsons have started here; I would guess that it's more because of the Biblically-inspired convictions held by most of the families.  However, it was encouraging to me, as a male, to see that there are still young ladies out there who care about devoting themselves to one man.  I thought that my sisters were the last two left! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that the ball itself will change the hearts of any of those who attended (who knows, though, I could be wrong, I have been once or twice before), because those who paid the price to get into the Broadmoor probably were already serious about this issue.  I do think, however, that this is sending a message to the world that real people are making a commitment that seems impossible in our culture.  I pray that the Wilsons will be able to stand up to the ever-increasing amounts of media attention which they seem to receive constantly.  It must be hard to be in the spotlight that much.  Despite that, I know that God has given them gracious speech and has been working through them, and I'm sure He'll continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that purity is an important issue in our world today.  The media seems to think that purity only has to do with abstinence from sex (Google 'Father Daughter Purity Ball' and you'll find many articles which show this).  However, that is only a small part of what is meant by the word which occupies an important place in the title of this yearly event.  Purity is a state of mind.  It involves committing yourself to one person for all of your life, even when you don't know who that person is.  It consists of refraining from playing with relationships.  I could write a book's worth of information about this, but others have already done it, and I'm getting sleepy.  I really don't feel like writing a book tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that the Father Daughter Purity Ball is significant in that it encourages young women to stay pure, not only physically, but also spiritually and emotionally.  This is an important idea, and it really is coming across well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the few bad things that I noticed.  I'm almost afraid to write this part, on the off-chance that someone may actually read it someday.  However, this blog is the place where I put my thoughts so I can keep them organized **edit: now that I look at this entry, I'm inclined to say that this entry is far from being organized :-)**.  Sort of like a journal in cyberspace that anyone can stumble upon, but nobody will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it's time for the bad things I saw about the ball.  First of all, I think that some of the daughters there just didn't understand.  I know that I can't make that judgment, but I got a fair amount of information to make this assessment.  One of the Mothers was talking about how her daughter was disappointed that her friends couldn't make it there that night.  I also saw a few girls (maybe only one or two, I didn't count) who seemed to spend more times with friends than with their Dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other complaint I have about the ball is that some of the clothing worn by the daughters seemed to be a little bit on the immodest side.  Part of the ball's focus should be for Fathers to make it apparent to their daughters that there is no need for strapless, backless, short, or tight dresses.  What matters the most is what's inside of the girl, and she shouldn't feel like she is only beautiful if she wears such attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm overreacting (my sisters tease me and tell me that in my world all women would wear burkas), but I felt that for an event that gets international attention more caution could have been taken, especially considering the theme of the ball.  I know that the Wilsons were not responsible for the clothing of all of the guests, so I can't really blame this on the ball itself, but on the individuals who made questionable choices in how they dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those criticisms may seem a lot more harsh than I mean them to.  Please don't think that I am implying that this ball is not important, or that it is a "bad" thing.  I am simply pointing out that there were a few minor things which I thought hindered the message of the purity movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the ball was a huge success (as I'm sure it has been since it started).  The facility was fantastic, and I know that all of the daughters were aware of their Father's love for them, because  the Fathers went out of their way to make it obvious.  This movement's message is important in today's culture, and is spreading quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reading articles about the ball, and wondering if the reporters went to the same event that I did.  Don't expect objectivity from the mainstream media.  Don't be too quick to judge the sincerity of the ministry, either, even if it has its flaws (and you can see that even those that I pointed out are not serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is working in the lives of families and individuals to bring them to Him.  I was encouraged to see Him working in the lives of others, and, as is probably apparent by now, He has been working in my life, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-1465127174684452966?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/1465127174684452966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=1465127174684452966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/1465127174684452966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/1465127174684452966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/09/father-daughter-purity-ball-at.html' title='Father Daughter Purity Ball at the Broadmoor'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-8300350198586891788</id><published>2007-08-15T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:25:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part III (I Know I Used To Be Crazy Writing Those Long Titles, But It Is Going To Stop.  Now.  Really.  Seriously)</title><content type='html'>So I left off yesterday with two options for creating a remedy for disorder.  The first option, which was leave things alone, was not an option in my book (no I don't have a book, it's just an expression).  So we are stuck with the second option.  The one that involves working to accomplish a solution.  I know I'm harsh and unsympathetic (get over it!), but this is what needs to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution I offered is the one which I believe to be the best option.  Working toward order can help relieve unnecessary stresses that are laid on a group because of one (or many) entity's laziness.  So this blog is going to try to describe how to integrate order into a situation that needs it (which will be most situations).  The integration involves three steps (I could have explained it in two, but that is not recommended by the great expositional experts).  These steps are, in order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Realization and Definition of Expectations&lt;br /&gt;2. Methods for Accomplishing These Expectations&lt;br /&gt;3. Implementation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough, right?  Well, it should be.  There are innumerable resources for creating order in our day and age.  But we need to have a change in our hearts and our attitudes for it to work.  We need to &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; organization.  Otherwise, it will be extremely hard to obtain it.  If a person or a group is content with their chaos affecting others in negative ways, and likes things disorderly, it's hard to convince that certain object that it does want change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's discuss the steps.&lt;br /&gt;1.  If realizations are not defined, goals will not be met.  This is because these goals are virtually, or even realistically, non-existent.  It's like using a map to get somewhere, but not knowing where you are supposed to be going.  So, it is necessary to define expectations.&lt;br /&gt;It is also helpful to set realistic and specific goals.  Rather than making vague statements such as "We'll get this done sometime in the near future," or "We want to establish organization", concrete decisions should be made.  Don't be afraid or timid of setting real-time and realistic goals (just because they are realistic doesn't make them easy ;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The best intentions can rapidly change into the worst if the end is not in mind.  You know what I'm talking about.  It's happened to you in a conversation before.  You start off talking about something, with the intent of getting to a certain point, and an hour later you are talking about something completely different, and you never got to your point.  Whether you distracted yourself or someone else was not sharing your goal with you, you failed.   This can happen to the best-laid plans, as easily as it does to a conversation.  All involved must have a goal in mind, and know how they are going to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  This is the most rewarding and easy to write about step.  This is when the fruits of all that hard labor (it really was hard work, wasn't it?) pays off.  Enjoy it, but don't relapse into disorder.  It's easier to relapse than to maintain organization, but I promise that it will be better for everyone in the long run if you keep everything orderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is probably the last post that I will make on ideal order.  I may be back soon, or I may not, depending on if I get inspired to write about another topic soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now (I used a lot of parentheses today, didn't I?),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-8300350198586891788?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8300350198586891788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=8300350198586891788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8300350198586891788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8300350198586891788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/08/part-iii-i-know-i-used-to-be-crazy.html' title='Part III (I Know I Used To Be Crazy Writing Those Long Titles, But It Is Going To Stop.  Now.  Really.  Seriously)'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-2029173420578932841</id><published>2007-08-14T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:49:08.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II (Named It This Because I Really Didn't Want To Type That Super Long Title Again, I Know I'm Lazy)</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to write about the integration of order.  Without further adieu, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order needs to be infused into every part of our lives.  Whether we're meeting up with friends or attending a formal ceremony, order is necessary.  This is because, in the social world that we live in, disorder infringes on the rights and freedoms of others.  Yes, you read that right.  Your 'sponaneity' or 'playing by ear' affects others around you, sometimes in a way that limits their personal liberties.  N.B.:  If you're a hermit who lives without any interaction with others, please ignore this blog post.  Actually, you may as well ignore this blog entirely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently told me that his first job was at a daycare center (that's actually what inspired me to write this mini-dissertation on organization).  He told me that the place was way too chaotic, and thus he hated his job.  Though I've never had the experience of working in a daycare (and hope that I never will), I could easily imagine what happens when 40 three- and four-year olds are gathered together in one place.  This is the kind of thing that could drive a person crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started using a daycare center as an example, so I may as well continue the analogy.  I am now going to examine the children.  These children are ignorant (I don't use the term in context of the societally-defined definition, but to mean lacking knowledge) of the effects that their actions create on others.  They ignore the freedoms of others in order to accomodate themselves.  Their uncontrollable and unorganized actions do reek havoc on others, though, as is evidenced by the consequences of their actions.  Put two average three year olds together in a room, and somehow they'll both hurt each other's feelings and end up in fits of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us, however, are not three year olds.  We like to imagine that we think and act intelligently, but we still retain at least one of the qualities of the toddlers.  We are ignorant (and you can construe this usage of the term to mean whatever you will) of what chaos we create in others' lives when we have chaotic lives ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to describe how our exercise of what we sometimes believe to be our freedom can hinder others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within any relationship, energy must be constantly put into the relationship in order to keep it working (we're getting back to Newton's theories, finally).  If this relationship is left alone, with no work done to it or energy added to it, it will eventually dissolve.  Whether the relationship is with one other person, the whole of society, the government, or even a non personal relationship like a group to group dynamic, this rule may apply (we simply must define the closed system in which the 'action' occurs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one person (or group, or organization) lets his part of a relational dynamic fall into disorder, he is not doing his part to put energy into maintaining order.  By being spontaneous (or lazy, as I call it in certain situations), this person fails to hold up his end of the unwritten agreement which binds all involved to do their part.  When this happens, others are required to step in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other individual, or individuals, in the group must pick up the slack left by this disorderly entity.  If they do not, the relationship will slowly (or possibly even quickly, depending on the number of beings in the group and the importance of the lazy one) decline into chaos.  It will follow the classic rules of entropy and disintegrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a quick side note:  All energy must come from somewhere, but energy cannot be created or destroyed.  So where do we keep getting energy from?  That scientific marvel, the sun (or the Son, depending on whether we are contemplating the physical or spiritual realm).  Is the sun ever going to run out of energy?  That's a good question, hopefully it will be answered one day.  Is the Son?  Don't bet on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we see that when one person exercises his freedoms too injudiciously, namely by allowing disorder to reign, it adversely affects others he is directly, or even indirectly, related to.  'Is there an answer?', the inquisitive mind may ask.  Of course there is.  More than one, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad one: The other entities in the group can make up for the lack of energy input from the disorderly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good one: Integrate order into the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the bad choice is out of the question.  I have nothing more to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the good choice tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-2029173420578932841?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/2029173420578932841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=2029173420578932841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2029173420578932841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/2029173420578932841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/08/part-ii-named-it-this-because-i-really.html' title='Part II (Named It This Because I Really Didn&apos;t Want To Type That Super Long Title Again, I Know I&apos;m Lazy)'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-8328495284460905967</id><published>2007-08-13T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:01:21.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Order in Spite of Newton (Or: Organization for God's Glory) Part 1</title><content type='html'>So, now that I've created a blog just for my poetry, I can get down to serious stuff in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately about the necessity of order.  The church that I'm going to is trying to establish a constitution, and I've realized how necessary such a document is to any organization.  In light of all the political goings-on right now, I've been thinking about order in our country.  It's gravely needed, and we lack it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember visiting a church in Las Vegas which not only had no orderly or organized meetings, but denied all pretense of such order.  They had somehow gotten the notion that God is a god of complete spontaneity, and that the Holy Spirit's movement would somehow be restricted if order was instilled.  Nothing could be further from the Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late at night, and I don't have my Bible with me, so I'll try to add my supporting verses later.  They'll be here, though.  Right now, you just have to trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If order is not created in any type of organization (whether it be a government, church, or anything in between) that organization will dissipate.  It's Newton's laws of Entropy in motion.  If energy is not expended in an effort to make things work, they won't.  Chaos is something to strive for, it just happens.  And as humans, we know that no good will come of anything unless time and energy are given to make it good (more specifically, nothing good can come from anything but God, but that's for a different post).  Just look at all of us wretches who have been saved only by an act of God's mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God expects us to follow certain patterns of order.  Look at the law and rules He gave us.  If we let Him, He will guide us toward a more recognisable pattern of meaning.  That is what needs to be done with any organization, big or small.  Let God show you what to aim for, and persevere until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired now; it's time to go to bed.  More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-8328495284460905967?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8328495284460905967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=8328495284460905967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8328495284460905967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8328495284460905967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/08/importance-of-order-in-spite-of-newton.html' title='The Importance of Order in Spite of Newton (Or: Organization for God&apos;s Glory) Part 1'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-9209342230696848925</id><published>2007-08-13T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:08:12.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I moved my poetry over the my new &lt;a href="http://poeticpsychoanalysis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Systematic Poetry&lt;/a&gt; blog.  Hopefully this will get back to being a thoughts blog.  Hope you enjoy both of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-9209342230696848925?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/9209342230696848925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=9209342230696848925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/9209342230696848925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/9209342230696848925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-2096900095201284786</id><published>2007-08-13T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T07:03:07.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>([{del}])</title><content type='html'>Until I hit that fatal key, this post was filled with stupidness...&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;ness...ness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-2096900095201284786?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-7880186413223642325</id><published>2007-07-31T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:01:02.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Forgive]Ness Monster</title><content type='html'>Be prepared for my greatest work yet .... a masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said I would, but I didn't try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to explain, I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't seem to keep up, it's hard to ignore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other needs beside you, you're so easy to take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why it happened this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't ever be explained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not quite sorry enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shouldn't ignore you, though you understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to do this, and I feel your reprimand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soft and not scornful, simple and grim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not making me sorry, just leaving me enchanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It shouldn't have to be this way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hard to start and easy to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does it have to be this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Really.</title><content type='html'>I don't really feel like writing any poetry today, so I think I'll skip it.&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;Just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to write, so this may be terrible, but nobody reads this blog anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reddish hair waves in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;As she walks over the open field,&lt;br /&gt;Toward the road that she knows is there.&lt;br /&gt;The tears in her eyes reveal&lt;br /&gt;The tears in her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one should feel this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clenches her fists and&lt;br /&gt;Walks alone,&lt;br /&gt;Determined not to let her feelings show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they do,&lt;br /&gt;And she knows.&lt;br /&gt;Even in that great field&lt;br /&gt;Under an open sky.&lt;br /&gt;Even when she thinks she's alone,&lt;br /&gt;Someone sees.&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been locking herself up inside,&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is beating&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;She knows no pain,&lt;br /&gt;Even though she tries to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're alive&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean you can't be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But new life exists,&lt;br /&gt;All that is required&lt;br /&gt;Is that she die to the death&lt;br /&gt;That is this world.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Does it?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It's not.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-8661029593021416671?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8661029593021416671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=8661029593021416671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8661029593021416671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8661029593021416671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-blogging-really.html' title='I&apos;m Not Blogging.  Really.'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-5815055178472497390</id><published>2007-07-27T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:02:10.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Non}Sense</title><content type='html'>Saw something new on the news today,&lt;br /&gt;What's news to the world may not be new to me.&lt;br /&gt;One nuisance about the new in news,&lt;br /&gt;Is that it rarely ever is.&lt;br /&gt;We hear what we're wanted to hear,&lt;br /&gt;See what we think we're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Independently.&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of the faceless&lt;br /&gt;Camera which shows what is hidden,&lt;br /&gt;Hides what is shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're under attack,&lt;br /&gt;A sheme in the grand siege of things.&lt;br /&gt;But they seem to have the advantage,&lt;br /&gt;They provide not only information,&lt;br /&gt;But also the point of view.&lt;br /&gt;We see what we're wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;Feel what we're wanting to,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what we're wanting to learn.&lt;br /&gt;We're being shown what it means to mean nothing,&lt;br /&gt;And say everything.&lt;br /&gt;We're under attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we pursue Truth,&lt;br /&gt;In the world that only equates it to&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;It's not in the world,&lt;br /&gt;It's out of our reach.&lt;br /&gt;It's hiding from those of us&lt;br /&gt;With haze-colored glasses.&lt;br /&gt;But it still wants to be found.&lt;br /&gt;He still wants to be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-5815055178472497390?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/5815055178472497390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=5815055178472497390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5815055178472497390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/5815055178472497390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/07/nonsense.html' title='{Non}Sense'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-3128179445041290196</id><published>2007-07-26T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:05:33.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Worthless Pursuit (A Poem)</title><content type='html'>He's independent and proud of it,&lt;br /&gt;Never stops for a minute to think&lt;br /&gt;How it could be any different.&lt;br /&gt;He cries while thoughts run circles in his head,&lt;br /&gt;leaving him dizzy and dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need dependence,&lt;br /&gt;Someone or something we can trust more than we can trust anyone,&lt;br /&gt;We're crying for help, but there seems to be no answer,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're looking in the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's lived the college life for years now,&lt;br /&gt;Established his identity by the tattoos and piercings&lt;br /&gt;He wears like a mask.&lt;br /&gt;What if he stopped to think that he's not the answer,&lt;br /&gt;To every silent question thrown at him:&lt;br /&gt;"Are you different enough?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;He's running but can't escape.&lt;br /&gt;He hides behind a facade of distance,&lt;br /&gt;But not even that can make him&lt;br /&gt;Independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an answer to the obsessive compulsive disorder&lt;br /&gt;That defines society.&lt;br /&gt;They're working like slaves to be free and independent,&lt;br /&gt;When all the time the one who can't be seen is staring them in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lies on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what he could have done with his life.&lt;br /&gt;"What could be different?"&lt;br /&gt;"What happens after death?"&lt;br /&gt;The tattoos show on his wrinkled skin,&lt;br /&gt;Less like a mask now&lt;br /&gt;And more like filthy rags.&lt;br /&gt;He looks at his blackened arms,&lt;br /&gt;And realizes that all his independence never set him free.&lt;br /&gt;He sighs a sigh of deep relief,&lt;br /&gt;And gives up his life hours before he falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;All he could do was die for his independence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-3128179445041290196?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/3128179445041290196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=3128179445041290196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3128179445041290196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/3128179445041290196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/07/worthless-puruit-poem.html' title='A Worthless Pursuit (A Poem)'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2816712576834550664.post-8899544874638932544</id><published>2007-07-24T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:12:35.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried starting a blog several times over the past few years, but it never worked out.  Only time will tell if this one will stick around or not.  I am just going to write about what is going on in my life and not worrying about staying on a particular topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is super hot here in Colorado.  I don't have air conditioning in my house, so that makes it a lot worse.  I lived in Las Vegas Nevada for about six years of my life, and it was hot, but for some reason it feels hotter here in Colorado.  In reality, though, it is usually about twenty degrees cooler here in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to see if I can find a hammered dulcimer to learn to play here.  I heard Gabe Scott play one at a Bebo Norman concert I went to a while back, and have wanted to play ever since.  I found a dulcimer on craigslist, but the lady I contacted about it takes a long time to answer her e-mails :p .  I want to learn how to play Ragamuffin style.  If you've ever heard recordings of Rich Mullins playing, you know what I'm talking about.  He could PLAY a hammered dulcimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made contact with one of the friends that I knew in Georgia about three years ago.  It was great to talk to him and see how he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all of my thoughts for today.  Hopefully more tommorrow (but probably not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2816712576834550664-8899544874638932544?l=theblessedsinner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/feeds/8899544874638932544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2816712576834550664&amp;postID=8899544874638932544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8899544874638932544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2816712576834550664/posts/default/8899544874638932544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblessedsinner.blogspot.com/2007/07/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421125021346357626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
