<?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-11192456</id><updated>2011-07-14T15:26:26.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Is there life that actually gives life to your soul?  Is there more?  Is there a life that I have been missing?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-112968852575739754</id><published>2005-10-18T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:22:05.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reyno is cool</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112968852575739754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112968852575739754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112968852575739754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112968852575739754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/10/reyno-is-cool.html' title='Reyno is cool'/><author><name>BRoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14127453256873868834</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-11192456.post-112956856146578222</id><published>2005-10-17T07:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:02:42.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Too Long</title><summary type='text'>How long has it been since we have posted here?  Too damn long.  So, I quit my job and moved into a "normal position."  What does that mean?  I walked away from "official ministry."  What American Christians have made it into.  But, the difference in what I did this time and what I have encountered earlier is this.  I did not do it out of hatred for anything.  It was not that I hated the church, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112956856146578222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112956856146578222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112956856146578222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112956856146578222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Too Long'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-112559033184104915</id><published>2005-09-01T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:58:51.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Pebbles</title><summary type='text'>Excerpt from "Eleven Minutes" by Paulo Coelho.Today, while we were walking around the lake, along that strange road to Santiago, the man who was with me - a painter, with a life entirely different from mine - threw a pebble into the water. Small circles appeared where the pebble fell, which grew and grew until they touched a duck that happened to be passing and which had nothing to do with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112559033184104915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112559033184104915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112559033184104915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112559033184104915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/09/gods-pebbles.html' title='God&apos;s Pebbles'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-112558933962925579</id><published>2005-09-01T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:42:19.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your soul</title><summary type='text'>Excerpt from the book "Eleven Minutes" by Paulo Coelho... this is an excerpt from the main character's (Maria) diary.  Maria is a professional prostitute."I'm not a body with a soul, I'm a soul that has a visible part called the body.  All this week, contrary to what one might expect, I have been more conscious of the presence of this soul than usual.  It didn't say anything to me, didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112558933962925579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112558933962925579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112558933962925579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112558933962925579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/09/your-soul.html' title='Your soul'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-112558841987343055</id><published>2005-09-01T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:29:01.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster</title><summary type='text'>Except from the book "Eleven Minutes" by Paulo Coelho.I spent today outside a funfair. Since I can't afford to fritter my money away, I thought it best just to watch other people. I stood for a long time by the roller coaster, and I noticed that most people get on it in search of excitement, but once that starts, they are terrified and want the cars to stop.What do they expect? Having chosen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112558841987343055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112558841987343055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112558841987343055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112558841987343055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/09/roller-coaster.html' title='Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-112468090165335201</id><published>2005-08-21T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:22:33.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Upside of Anger</title><summary type='text'>"Anger &amp; resentment can stop you in your tracks.  thats what I know now.  It needs nothing to burn but the air and the life that it swallows and smothers.  Its real though,... the fury.  Even when it isn't it can change you, turn you, mold you and shape you into something your not.  The only upside to anger then is the person you become.  Hopefully someone who wakes up one day and realizes they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112468090165335201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112468090165335201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112468090165335201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112468090165335201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/08/upside-of-anger.html' title='The Upside of Anger'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-112468066355149096</id><published>2005-08-21T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:18:29.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting How to Love</title><summary type='text'>"People have forgotten how to love.  They bite rather than kiss, and they slap rather than stroke.  Maybe its because they realize how easy it is for love to go bad; to become suddenly impossible, unworkable, an exercise in futility.  So they avoid it &amp; seek solice and angst and fear and agression, which are always there and readilly available, or maybe sometimes, they just don't have all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112468066355149096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112468066355149096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112468066355149096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112468066355149096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/08/forgetting-how-to-love.html' title='Forgetting How to Love'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-112443172944714832</id><published>2005-08-19T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T15:51:39.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you not.</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how much reality surfaces through a BBQ with a diverse crowd of people. Tonight brought to the surface of my soul a perfect hatred of all things religious. All I did was show up and be true to who I am. I was on the grill for 2 hours having a ball with my friends until the P&amp;W Coons showed up and brought this dark haze of religion in the air with them.  By the end of the night I felt</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112443172944714832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112443172944714832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112443172944714832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112443172944714832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-know-you-not.html' title='I know you not.'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-112431682811798547</id><published>2005-08-17T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:13:48.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Switchfoot Answer</title><summary type='text'>In 1991, when Rolling Stone interviewed Dylan on the occasion of his 50th birthday, he gave a curious response when the interviewer asked him if he was happy. He fell silent for a few moments and stared at his hands. 'You know,' he said, 'these are yuppie words, happiness and unhappiness. It's not happiness or unhappiness, it's either blessed or unblessed.'    This record was written somewhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112431682811798547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112431682811798547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112431682811798547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112431682811798547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/08/switchfoot-answer.html' title='The Switchfoot Answer'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-112423074198980707</id><published>2005-08-16T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:19:02.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patch Adams Answer</title><summary type='text'>LIMA, Peru (AP) - A U.S. doctor known for his signature use of "laughter therapy" and social activism used his acceptance speech for a health care award to blast President George W. Bush and materialism in society.Dr. Hunter (Patch) Adams, who was the inspiration for the 1998 movie starring Robin Williams, was awarded the first ever Excellence in Health Care Prize presented by the Lima-based </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112423074198980707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112423074198980707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112423074198980707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112423074198980707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/08/patch-adams-answer.html' title='The Patch Adams Answer'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-112145459143994676</id><published>2005-07-15T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:11:03.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Others Thinking For Us</title><summary type='text'>People permit and pay others to think for them, maybe because of the emptiness they try to fill within themselves. "Thinking" and "asking questions" takes time, effort, tears and humility. So they choose for themselves the "most outspoken teacher" who exerts the most pride and listen to him because it will give them a false pride and "knowing" without ever thinking or questioning themselves. They</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112145459143994676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112145459143994676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112145459143994676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112145459143994676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/07/others-thinking-for-us.html' title='Others Thinking For Us'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-112110107358264712</id><published>2005-07-11T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:05:39.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Offended</title><summary type='text'>The effort to “not offend” has created an immature culture where mankind never grows up from their misperceptions.  It (mankind/society) actually has become run by the immature and those who do not in fact see, which creates the most dangerous place, where nothing is real because it has made most of man into a continued state of lostness, with the deception of arrival at the truth.  One cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112110107358264712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112110107358264712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112110107358264712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112110107358264712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/07/being-offended.html' title='Being Offended'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-112085574391925675</id><published>2005-07-08T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:49:03.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've always had a heart for adoption.  After spending a day at the lake with a friend's adopted kids I am hoping God opens the door for one of my own. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112085574391925675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112085574391925675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112085574391925675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112085574391925675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-always-had-heart-for-adoption.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-112076943980926837</id><published>2005-07-07T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T14:59:22.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matrix</title><summary type='text'>I was just thinking a second ago, why is the "air" we breath considered O2? Why isn't it H2 or just H? Look at the periodic table, why was it O2 that God choose or is it even O2 that He calls it? (http://rarfaxp.riken.go.jp/~gibelin/Nuchart/PeriodicTable.gif)Do we actually breath air, or does the Father keep us alive as long as we were meant to? Do we even die at all, or does our outer shell only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/112076943980926837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=112076943980926837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112076943980926837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/112076943980926837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/07/matrix.html' title='The Matrix'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111984764606835058</id><published>2005-06-26T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:47:26.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our deepest fear</title><summary type='text'>What is our deepest fear? Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyong measure.It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.Your playing small does not serve the world.There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.We were all meant to shine as children do.It's not just in some of us, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111984764606835058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111984764606835058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111984764606835058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111984764606835058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/06/our-deepest-fear.html' title='Our deepest fear'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111933305229048449</id><published>2005-06-20T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:50:52.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from the movie "Garden State"</title><summary type='text'>"The Idea of Home"Largeman:  You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isnt really your home anymore?  ...  All the sudden even though you have a place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone.Sam:  I still feel at home in my house.Largeman:  You'll see one day when you move out.  Just what happens one day when it's gone, and you can never get it back.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111933305229048449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111933305229048449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111933305229048449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111933305229048449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/06/quote-from-movie-garden-state.html' title='Quote from the movie &quot;Garden State&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111827884767806596</id><published>2005-06-08T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:00:50.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting For</title><summary type='text'>It is not what we are fighting against, or what we do not like, but what we are fighting for.  What are we fighting for?If we know what we are fighting for, our enemies will come naturally who oppose us.  We need not look for a fight, for freedom (true freedom) is the most opposed thing in the world.  Men who are free are often not kept alive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111827884767806596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111827884767806596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111827884767806596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111827884767806596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/06/fighting-for.html' title='Fighting For'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111780714645888818</id><published>2005-06-03T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T07:59:06.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God is interested in truth</title><summary type='text'>http://www.relevantmagazine.com/issue14/God%20is%20interested%20in%20truth.mp3God is interested in truth.  A statement by Bono about Rock n Roll music.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.relevantmagazine.com/issue14/God%20is%20interested%20in%20truth.mp3' title='God is interested in truth'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111780714645888818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111780714645888818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111780714645888818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111780714645888818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/06/god-is-interested-in-truth.html' title='God is interested in truth'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111772384420804012</id><published>2005-06-02T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:52:05.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Incredibly Free</title><summary type='text'>What is my focus? Do I focus on my enemy more than my Master? Is the fact that I hate what modern Christians have made "Christianity" and "Christ" into so much that that is what I focus on the most?If we know what we stand for with the intimate knowledge that we are invited to know, then we do not have to state what we "do not believe" or "what we oppose," because our very lives will simply </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111772384420804012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111772384420804012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111772384420804012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111772384420804012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-incredibly-free.html' title='So Incredibly Free'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111763756801893833</id><published>2005-06-01T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T08:52:48.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Tempation</title><summary type='text'>In the temptation of Christ, the first one, the temptation is not just to fulfill His physical desire for food, if he even had one at the time.  Honestly, I do not know whether He did or whether it was being taken care of by His Father. However, the temptation was to simply take His life into His own hands.  Almost every temptation recorded had this similar thing attached to it.  Jesus did not do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111763756801893833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111763756801893833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111763756801893833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111763756801893833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/06/jesus-tempation.html' title='Jesus Tempation'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111751896142351258</id><published>2005-05-30T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:56:01.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night for a blog</title><summary type='text'>Step back, take a look at the big picture.Planet earth is so serene from a distance,Yet so violent, confusing and thick as molasses from my chair in front of this computer.From my place on this planet, I struggle over whether the American Dream is a reality or not.Spin the planet.Africa.  This soul hasn't a clue of what America or Dream means.  The life of this soul is hunger pangs, rotting flesh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111751896142351258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111751896142351258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111751896142351258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111751896142351258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-night-for-blog.html' title='Good night for a blog'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111704976932840600</id><published>2005-05-25T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:36:09.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your song?</title><summary type='text'>Birds don't sing because they know the song.  They sing because the song is in  them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111704976932840600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111704976932840600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111704976932840600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111704976932840600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-your-song.html' title='What&apos;s your song?'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111699565386646390</id><published>2005-05-24T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:43:03.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream (in truth)</title><summary type='text'>I was not built for the american dream,I was born to love not hate,Give not take,To see was not born blind,I am free not bound,Mythdream trick dream,Take up your smoke and leave.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111699565386646390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111699565386646390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111699565386646390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111699565386646390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/dream-in-truth_24.html' title='A dream (in truth)'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03987186962761805791</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-11192456.post-111658872313307223</id><published>2005-05-20T05:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T05:32:03.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The removal of "I"</title><summary type='text'>I am reading a biography on "Che" Guevara, the revolutionary who helped topple the Batista dictatorship in Cuba, and put Fidel Castro into power.  This intricately researched biography follows Che's life from birth to his CIA-assisted execution in Bolivia, where he was leading another revolution.While his means were violent, and he was an atheist, we can draw many parallels from his life to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111658872313307223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111658872313307223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111658872313307223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111658872313307223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/removal-of-i.html' title='The removal of &quot;I&quot;'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111642838463448123</id><published>2005-05-18T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T08:59:44.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity Inc.</title><summary type='text'>Here is a good article about what modern Protestants are doing in the name of Jesus.http://biz.yahoo.com/special/culture05_article1.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111642838463448123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111642838463448123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111642838463448123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111642838463448123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/christianity-inc.html' title='Christianity Inc.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111594892363994613</id><published>2005-05-12T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:48:43.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christianity Inc. - the best business in the world.</title><summary type='text'>In the United States alone, 76.5% of American adults, approximately 160 million, who identify themselves with a specific religion, identify themselves as Christian; this number is even greater when considering the global population. The increasing demand for Christian content has driven sales of Christian music and entertainment products to over $4 billion per year. Sales of music alone accounts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111594892363994613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111594892363994613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111594892363994613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111594892363994613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/christianity-inc-best-business-in.html' title='Christianity Inc. - the best business in the world.'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111575614866433980</id><published>2005-05-10T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:15:48.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Happening</title><summary type='text'>Amanda and I are in Tulsa, Ok, visiting her family for the week and we were just watching some country music on TV.  A group called "Van Zant" were singing this song called "Help Somebody."  As it was playing I was putting together my fly rod to go and cast in the back yard, and they sang this words;'if you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plan..." I bellowed out a laugh and jumped on here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111575614866433980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111575614866433980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111575614866433980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111575614866433980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/funny-happening.html' title='Funny Happening'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111548207539848955</id><published>2005-05-07T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T10:07:57.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting</title><summary type='text'>We're in the process of selling our house, and I am finally moving out on my own after living at home with the parents all of my life.  For the past few weeks I have been busy looking for a place to move into - a rental to begin with. On Thursday night I went to check out two places.  The first was a bachelor basement apartment, close to my work but the place was dumpy and I couldn't picture </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111548207539848955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111548207539848955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111548207539848955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111548207539848955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/resting.html' title='Resting'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111530385528041298</id><published>2005-05-05T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T08:41:29.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Good</title><summary type='text'>I took my car in to get it repaired today, and got a ride home from the owner of the shop. On the trip, we exchanged some of the typical conversation, and I explained what my heart was for life and for the people of Boulder. As he got me back to my place he told me a quote that he had heard from a Black speaker back in the 70's."If you have something good, you do not have to force it on anyone, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111530385528041298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111530385528041298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111530385528041298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111530385528041298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-good.html' title='Something Good'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111523881652036443</id><published>2005-05-04T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:33:36.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His Freedom</title><summary type='text'>For it is not until He sets us free, that we come to know the deep parts of Him, because He is the freest being that exists, and we cannot experience Him fully until He takes us past the confines of rules and activities.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111523881652036443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111523881652036443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111523881652036443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111523881652036443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/his-freedom.html' title='His Freedom'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111515339762834044</id><published>2005-05-03T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T14:49:57.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey breckenridge crew</title><summary type='text'>remember at the retreat how we discussed friuts of the spirit/ church fruits..? click over-&gt; on lifestream blog and read Hungry for relationships post. it validated many of my thoughts. peace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111515339762834044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111515339762834044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111515339762834044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111515339762834044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-breckenridge-crew.html' title='Hey breckenridge crew'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03987186962761805791</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-11192456.post-111513791017664478</id><published>2005-05-03T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T10:35:45.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree of Forgetfulness</title><summary type='text'>How plain to see; a tree's a treeWhy can't we? plainly Be.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111513791017664478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111513791017664478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111513791017664478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111513791017664478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/tree-of-forgetfulness.html' title='Tree of Forgetfulness'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03987186962761805791</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-11192456.post-111508099546214447</id><published>2005-05-02T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T18:45:00.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Enemy</title><summary type='text'>Do not be too quick to assume your enemy is a savage just because he is your enemy. Perhaps he is your enemy because he thinks you are a savage. Or perhaps he is afraid of you because he feels that you are afraid of him. And perhaps if he believed you were capable of loving him he would not longer be your enemy. Do not be too quick to assume that your enemy is an enemy of God just because he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111508099546214447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111508099546214447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111508099546214447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111508099546214447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-enemy.html' title='Your Enemy'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111487267055347953</id><published>2005-04-30T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T09:18:58.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The lie of progress</title><summary type='text'>Laughter is the sound of animals in distress, helpless and pathetic. Broken at the waist, holding on for dear life. Whole groups at bars, restaurants and in theatres, being tortured and pretending they are enjoying it.-- The New Sins (2001) by David Byrne."Progress", as civilization calls it, is nothing more than humanity's drive to mask the reality of life.  It's the reason the entertainment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111487267055347953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111487267055347953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111487267055347953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111487267055347953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/04/lie-of-progress.html' title='The lie of progress'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111449035615791009</id><published>2005-04-25T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:39:16.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><summary type='text'>why is it so difficult to let go,when you told me all i needed to knowto free me from the crap that the world calls sugar.all i need to do is trust.yet i still bust my ass and tighten my gripon the illusion i have created and call my life and personality.on this side of the fence i don't know who i am.who i've become has been imposed onto me by the world scam.the problem now is that my eyes have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111449035615791009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111449035615791009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111449035615791009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111449035615791009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/04/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111392545079716776</id><published>2005-04-19T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T09:44:10.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True Communion</title><summary type='text'>Where men live huddled together without true communication, there seems to be greater sharing, and a more genuine communion.  But this is not communion, only immersion in the general meaninglessness of countless slogans and clichés repeated over and over again so that in the end one listens without hearing and responds without thinking.  The constant din of empty words and machine noises, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111392545079716776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111392545079716776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111392545079716776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111392545079716776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/04/true-communion.html' title='True Communion'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111380382225797708</id><published>2005-04-17T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:57:02.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Free:  Albert Camus Quote</title><summary type='text'>The only way to deal with an unfree world, is to become so absolutely free that your very existence becomes an act of rebellion.- Albert Camus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111380382225797708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111380382225797708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111380382225797708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111380382225797708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/04/living-free-albert-camus-quote.html' title='Living Free:  Albert Camus Quote'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111359050584690635</id><published>2005-04-15T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T13:47:54.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Presence of God</title><summary type='text'>If we feel that we are actually in the presence of God, yet every time we feel we are there, we are full of our own words, have we really even experienced even a piece of the depth of God? If we were truly in the deep places of the Father, would a verbal word even be necessary? (I always answer questions quickly when I know the truth being revealed, and feel as if I do not measure up, especially </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111359050584690635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111359050584690635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111359050584690635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111359050584690635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/04/presence-of-god.html' title='The Presence of God'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111332686496305056</id><published>2005-04-12T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:27:44.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing a Deeper Connection</title><summary type='text'>Amund, a friend from Scotland visited us yesterday and stayed the night with us last night.  It was an interesting visit, to say the least, because there was a connection between both of us the whole time.  Not to  mention that he is from Scotland, and emailed me one day wanting to meet me and enjoy some fellowship over a meal.  He had read some of the posts I had written and desired to meet me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111332686496305056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111332686496305056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111332686496305056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111332686496305056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/04/experiencing-deeper-connection.html' title='Experiencing a Deeper Connection'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111264150778746888</id><published>2005-04-04T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:11:41.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Tribal</title><summary type='text'>Amanda and I went to a doctor appointment for her, and then we went to one of our favorite spots in downtown Boulder to sit and listen to the water roll by over the rocks of South Boulder Creek.While we were sitting there, there was a group of "mentally disabled" people who walked by with the people who volunteer with them. Amanda and I started talking about how we compartmentalize everything and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111264150778746888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111264150778746888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111264150778746888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111264150778746888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/04/being-tribal.html' title='Being Tribal'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111211442230347069</id><published>2005-03-29T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:47:16.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Desire to Be Tribal</title><summary type='text'>What has been lost in our desire for more power, a better ability to communicate and sell business over massive communication lines? We like to think that our lives do not have costs and we can have everything that we want without there really being a trade off of anything else. But is that actually true?In 1436 when the Printing Press was invented, as the article linked above said, we did "</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.spirit7thfire.com/spirit7nation/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=41&amp;Itemid=1' title='The Desire to Be Tribal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111211442230347069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111211442230347069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111211442230347069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111211442230347069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/desire-to-be-tribal.html' title='The Desire to Be Tribal'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111203773095780814</id><published>2005-03-28T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T12:22:10.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about Holidays?</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that we actually need holidays?  Why do we need a holiday to celebrate the birth of Christ?  Why do we need an official holiday to "celebrate" the death, burial and resurrection of Christ?  Could it be because we actually do not live with God, but put him in a certain place, and sometimes feel bad, so we have created for ourselves a way to live in the world, and be of the world, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111203773095780814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111203773095780814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111203773095780814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111203773095780814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-is-it-about-holidays.html' title='What is it about Holidays?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111198571250547043</id><published>2005-03-27T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:19:25.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nailed it</title><summary type='text'>The world of experience has become the latest fad. It’s become the world of what do I get? Getting married? what’s in it for me? When it becomes time to give and not take how many downsize back into a single life? What the world has become is a reality show of selfishness. What we see is what we want. When we don’t get what we want we move on to the next. This until the unsatisfied craving is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111198571250547043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111198571250547043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111198571250547043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111198571250547043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/nailed-it.html' title='Nailed it'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03987186962761805791</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-11192456.post-111178136076140995</id><published>2005-03-25T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:09:20.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry your cross; it’s delicious!</title><summary type='text'>Matthew 10:38 “And he who does not take his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me.”Jesus calls us to carry a cross if we want any part with Him.  Most of us are versed in the historic details of a crucifixion, and for those who aren’t, we now have one of the most strikingly gruesome films ever made to depict the agony it entails.So why doesn’t my walk with Jesus feel like I’m carrying a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111178136076140995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111178136076140995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111178136076140995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111178136076140995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/carry-your-cross-its-delicious.html' title='Carry your cross; it’s delicious!'/><author><name>Ryan Funkhouser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624496626733057320</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-11192456.post-111143008023909690</id><published>2005-03-21T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:04:29.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Civilization: What exactly does that mean?</title><summary type='text'>(These thoughts are a result of Andrew and I talking about the System or Matrix that we are around each day)What does it mean to be civilized?Thoughts from a journal in December of 2004.What is it that people get from the “masses?” Why is it that we actually trust many people’s judgments whom I do not know, nor do I approve of the motivations of their actions (their hearts) just because there are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111143008023909690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111143008023909690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111143008023909690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111143008023909690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/civilization-what-exactly-does-that.html' title='Civilization: What exactly does that mean?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111109242231754838</id><published>2005-03-17T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T13:47:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness of Grasping onto God</title><summary type='text'>The emptiness a man feels when he believes he has grasped his salvation through his own studies, thoughts, prayers and deeds, is the proof within himself that we cannot hold onto God.  For I have known this emptiness far too well, and am glad that man is now dead.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111109242231754838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111109242231754838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111109242231754838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111109242231754838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/emptiness-of-grasping-onto_111109242231754838.html' title='Emptiness of Grasping onto God'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111103481200473461</id><published>2005-03-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:46:52.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Trick</title><summary type='text'>Jay and I were sitting at a bar tonight having a good brew, watching a good basketball game (Toronto lost by a point - heartbreaking), and having good conversation. It was a good night off from a stressful week.What could possibly come other than a few laughs?Lo and behold, not 4 feet from our barstools, a bow-tie wearing moustached dude puts down on the bar his top hat with a fat live rabbit in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111103481200473461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111103481200473461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111103481200473461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111103481200473461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/rabbit-trick.html' title='Rabbit Trick'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111100640630193290</id><published>2005-03-16T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:53:26.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...the way is narrow that leads to life, and few find it." JesusTwo roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.- Robert Frost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111100640630193290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111100640630193290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111100640630193290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111100640630193290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_111100640630193290.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111095787494236299</id><published>2005-03-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:31:07.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromise</title><summary type='text'>If we are looking, truly desiring, not looking as if for an easter egg that some damn rabbit left behind, but searching as if the reality of our true life actually depended on it, there can be no compromise. We must want the actual life, the real life that was and is offered by Jesus Himself, and not compromise until God, our Father, takes us there. Accepting anything but Him is compromise itself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111095787494236299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111095787494236299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111095787494236299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111095787494236299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/compromise.html' title='Compromise'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111095750556977509</id><published>2005-03-16T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:28:45.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes, CS Lewis</title><summary type='text'>Our SoulsYou do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. [The natural life] knows that if the spiritual life gets hold of it, all its self-centeredness and self-will are going to be killed and it is ready to fight tooth and nail to avoid that.-Mere ChristianityReligion/MoralityMorality or duty...never once made a man happy, or dear to others.Of all bad men, religious bad men are the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111095750556977509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111095750556977509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111095750556977509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111095750556977509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/quotes-cs-lewis.html' title='Quotes, CS Lewis'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111095443544083799</id><published>2005-03-15T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:27:15.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>living in a post 1611 era</title><summary type='text'>we live in a post 1611 era.most of the civilized world thinks the new world order started after nine-eleven.  I say it started after sixteen eleven.  That's the year king james authorized the bible as the final authoritative word of God.  for 1600 years, there wasn't an "authorized" version around.  just the word "authorized" being attached to sacred texts should have sent us scrambling for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111095443544083799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111095443544083799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111095443544083799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111095443544083799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/living-in-post-1611-era.html' title='living in a post 1611 era'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111094834850720688</id><published>2005-03-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:41:43.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote</title><summary type='text'>"Without a life of the spiritour whole existence becomesunsubstantial and illusory."-Thomas Merton-this on the back of my copy- the seven story mountain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111094834850720688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111094834850720688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111094834850720688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111094834850720688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03987186962761805791</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-11192456.post-111091279784830069</id><published>2005-03-15T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:54:32.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Metaphor</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that the saying within the worlds system is, "you get what you pay for." Is this in fact true? Why does cheap beer give you a terrible taste in your mouth, make you feel like shit the next day, and come in the truck load? For instance if you buy a bottle of Chimay, and drink it, you can truly enjoy a fuller bodied darker beer because of the flavor and smoothness of it. Yet, it costs you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111091279784830069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111091279784830069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111091279784830069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111091279784830069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/metaphor.html' title='A Metaphor'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111057344244251039</id><published>2005-03-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:37:22.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must Be Drawn Into Real Life</title><summary type='text'>A man cannot find real life on His own ability to think, or process information as all other religions offer you, even what is deemed as "modern Christianity" will never give you the life that you are dreaming of. But, you yourself cannot find it either. "The Father who sent Me is in charge.  He draws people to me-that's the only way you'll ever come.  Only then do I do my work...This is what the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111057344244251039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111057344244251039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111057344244251039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111057344244251039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-must-be-drawn-into-real-life.html' title='You Must Be Drawn Into Real Life'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111056997362309804</id><published>2005-03-11T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T12:55:09.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowing Down</title><summary type='text'>The more I dive deeper into my Father, the more I realize He will show me things, but in time. One of the aspects and pure lies of this current world system that I live in, in America, is the information age, and the "right now" age. This has even passed over into the message of the church. From the perspective that when you "give your life to Christ" you have "all you will ever need" so get out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111056997362309804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111056997362309804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/slowing-down.html' title='Slowing Down'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111052257810881088</id><published>2005-03-10T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:29:38.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food that does not perish</title><summary type='text'>Don't waste your energy striving for perishable food like that.  Work for the food that sticks with you, food that nourishes your lasting life, food the Son of Man provides.  He and what he does are guaranteed by God the Father to last. - John 6 (the message)The Spirit can make life.  Sheer muscle and willpower don't make anything happen.  John 6:67 or 68 (The Message)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111052257810881088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111052257810881088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111052257810881088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111052257810881088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/food-that-does-not-perish.html' title='Food that does not perish'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111051668538217448</id><published>2005-03-10T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:51:25.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All these things....</title><summary type='text'>In Matthew 6:32-33 Jesus said "Why be like the pagans who are so deeply concerned about these things? Your heavenly Father already knows all your needs, and he will give you all you need from day to day if you live for him and make the Kingdom of God your primary concern."The creator of the universe gives us an enticing promise.  Better yet, he leaves us with an option.  Simply put, if we make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111051668538217448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111051668538217448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111051668538217448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111051668538217448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-these-things.html' title='All these things....'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-111012058837308261</id><published>2005-03-06T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T07:54:45.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus as Our Source of Life Not Religion</title><summary type='text'>My counsel for you is simple and straightforward: Just go ahead with what you've been given. You received Christ Jesus, the Master; now live Him. You're deeply rooted in Him. You're well constructed upon Him. ...Watch out for people who try to dazzle you with big words and intellectual double-talk. They want to drag you off into endless arguments that never amount to anything. They spread their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111012058837308261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111012058837308261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111012058837308261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111012058837308261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/jesus-as-our-source-of-life-not.html' title='Jesus as Our Source of Life Not Religion'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-111004616442796451</id><published>2005-03-05T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:09:24.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Father</title><summary type='text'>God approaches our mind by receding from them.  We can never fully know Him if we thik of Him as an object of capture, to be fenced in by the enclosre of our own ideas.  We know Him better after our minds have let Him go.The Lord travels in all directions at once.The Lord arrives from all directions at once.Wherever we are, we find that He has just departed.Wherever we go, we discover that He has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/111004616442796451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=111004616442796451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111004616442796451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/111004616442796451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/our-father.html' title='Our Father'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-110999595767671985</id><published>2005-03-04T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:12:37.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose this life</title><summary type='text'>One by one He took from me,All the things I valued most,Until I was empty-handed;Every glittering toy was lost.And I walked earth's highways,grieving,In my rags and poverty,Till I heard His voice inviting"Lift those empty hands to me!"So I held my hands toward Heaven,And He filled them with a storeOf His own transcendent richesTill they could contain no more.And at last I comprehendedWith my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110999595767671985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110999595767671985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110999595767671985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110999595767671985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/lose-this-life.html' title='Lose this life'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-110982542430227303</id><published>2005-03-02T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:50:24.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the Good Life</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that the English word for good derived from the word "God"?   That amazes me.   Humanity's quest for the "good life" is in reality a quest for the "God life", whether they know it or not, whether they want to admit it or not.The truth of this statement is astounding since from the beginning of time the concept of "God" (in the popular sense) has been the spiritual embodiment of all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110982542430227303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110982542430227303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110982542430227303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110982542430227303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-is-good-life.html' title='What is the Good Life'/><author><name>Andrew Delic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02568439362360893488</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-11192456.post-110980443800840978</id><published>2005-03-02T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T11:09:09.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching God</title><summary type='text'>Quote by Thomas Merton, "Seeds," pg. 125He is closer to us than we are to ourselves, although we do not see him. Whoever seeks to catch Him and hold Him loses Him. He is like the wind that blows where it pleases. You who love Him must love Him as arriving from where you do not know and as going where you do not know. Your spirit must seek to be as clean and free as His own Spirit, in order to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110980443800840978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110980443800840978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980443800840978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980443800840978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/catching-god.html' title='Catching God'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-110980401578012818</id><published>2005-03-02T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:53:35.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching God As An Object</title><summary type='text'>Quote from Thomas Merton, "Seeds", pg. 122-123Cartesian thought began with an attempt to reach God as an object by starting from the thinking self*. But when God becomes object, he sooner or later "dies," because God as object is ultimately unthinkable. God as object is not only a mere abstract concept, but one which contains so many internal contradictions that it becomes entirely nonnegotiable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110980401578012818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110980401578012818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980401578012818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980401578012818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/reaching-god-as-object.html' title='Reaching God As An Object'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-110980100795816223</id><published>2005-03-02T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:10:32.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sheep Continued "The Separation" (Journal 3.2.05)</title><summary type='text'>Therefore the Jews were grumbling about Him, because He said, 'I am the bread that came down from heaven.' They were saying, 'Is not Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? How does He now say, 'I have come down out of heaven'? Jesus answered and said to them, 'Do not grumble among yourselves. No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws Him; and I will raise Him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110980100795816223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110980100795816223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980100795816223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980100795816223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/sheep-continued-separation-journal.html' title='The Sheep Continued &quot;The Separation&quot; (Journal 3.2.05)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-110980081110564043</id><published>2005-03-01T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:07:16.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sheep (Journal 3.1.05)</title><summary type='text'>The sheep are Jesus sheep. John 10:14, 16; I am the good shepherd, and I know my own and my own know me ... I have other sheep, which are not of this fold; I must bring them also, and they will hear my voice; and they will become one flock with one shepherd. One must first grasp that the sheep who are sheep, are God's and not any man's. John 10:27-30; My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110980081110564043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110980081110564043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980081110564043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980081110564043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/sheep-journal-3105.html' title='The Sheep (Journal 3.1.05)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-110980060997419339</id><published>2005-03-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:08:30.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Desire for her Husband</title><summary type='text'>It seems that I have often thought that when it says in Genesis 3:36;"To the woman He said,I will greatly multiply your pain in childbirth,in pain you will bring forth children; Yet your desire wil be fore your husband, and He will rule over You." The first part was indeed a "punishment" for her actions but the second part was not so much a dealt out punishment but simply part of her separation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110980060997419339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110980060997419339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980060997419339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110980060997419339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/03/womans-desire-for-her-husband.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Desire for her Husband'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-110979976562743025</id><published>2005-02-25T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:43:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions from Real Life</title><summary type='text'>Men are so easily distracted from the reality of where life flows from. We are so quickly diverted from the real source of life, to some method that will give us life (WAH and the men from the warroom). There is no method, there is only God Himself as our source of life. Many will be quick to say, “Amen” to this statement, but it is those who are quick to be wary of. Men like them do not think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110979976562743025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110979976562743025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110979976562743025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110979976562743025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/02/distractions-from-real-life.html' title='Distractions from Real Life'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-110979969794248052</id><published>2005-02-21T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:41:37.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing God and Love with Others</title><summary type='text'>Quote from Thomas Merton, book called "Seeds" page 122At no time in the spiritual life is it more necessary to be completely docile and subject to the most delicate movements of God's will and His grace than when you try to share the knowledge of His love with other men. It is much better to be so diffident that you risk not sharing it with them at all, than to throw it all away by trying to give</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110979969794248052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110979969794248052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110979969794248052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110979969794248052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/02/sharing-god-and-love-with-others.html' title='Sharing God and Love with Others'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-110979962268836076</id><published>2005-02-21T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:40:22.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Your Life</title><summary type='text'>Jesus said, "If a man tries to save his life he will lose it, but anyone who loses his life will save it." I asked God what exactly that meant, and this was the reply I recieved, "Anytime a man tries to build His own life, in the process of building it, he loses it. If you will give me your life, let me build it for you, then you will have life and have it to the fullest." If we would slow down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110979962268836076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110979962268836076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110979962268836076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110979962268836076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/02/losing-your-life.html' title='Losing Your Life'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11192456.post-110979916966824513</id><published>2005-02-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:32:49.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this life?</title><summary type='text'>What is this life? So much of life just seemed like it is lived for us, it is beyond our control. There is a life that is so real, so epic, so alive that you will do anything to find it, and then you will do anything to keep it. What is it? How do you find it? Most people would jump at the opportunity to "tell you" or to "sell it to you." But, there is a phrase that one must know in order to find</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/110979916966824513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11192456&amp;postID=110979916966824513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110979916966824513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11192456/posts/default/110979916966824513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingreallife.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-is-this-life.html' title='What is this life?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/7/2334/1024/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
