<?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-8838945504797811219</id><updated>2012-01-10T09:30:07.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Servant's Perspective</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is an intellectual journal of how I perceive the world around me.  Pretty much the entirety of my thoughts are focused on points where the spiritual realm comes into this physical world in ways that allow us to glimpse something outside of myself.  It is my life's pursuit to discover how to live here in a way that lines up with the reality of the world that powerfully exists and interacts with the corporeal reality in which we now reside.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838945504797811219.post-52882120176265532</id><published>2008-08-09T00:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:21:20.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little FYI for Readers (if there are multiple)</title><summary type='text'>I'm transferring my blog over to another website, wordpress, as I continually find blogspot to not have enough options and I enjoy the wordpress layout more.  the website url is http://humblevision.wordpress.com/ Also, if anyone actually reads this, I was wondering if you hated my last little series that was involved a lot of theogical laboring?  I knew I needed to establish and test my beliefs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/52882120176265532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=52882120176265532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/52882120176265532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/52882120176265532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-fyi-for-readers-if-there-are.html' title='A Little FYI for Readers (if there are multiple)'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-8889120121389730958</id><published>2008-08-07T13:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:06:50.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongues of Angels: Really... Angels? (pt 3)</title><summary type='text'>1 Corinthians chapters 12 through 14 deals with speaking in tongues extensively, especially how it should be used within the church.  Many read 1 Corinthians as containing the primary passages explaining the nature of what the gift of tongues is like.  I do think that it does say some important things about the spiritual gift and does help us to understand more what the purpose of its use is; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/8889120121389730958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=8889120121389730958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8889120121389730958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8889120121389730958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/08/tongues-of-angels-really-angels-pt-3.html' title='Tongues of Angels: Really... Angels? (pt 3)'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-8335065740085959643</id><published>2008-08-01T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:11:48.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongues of Angels: Really... Angels? (pt. 2)</title><summary type='text'>Two other passages in Acts discuss speaking in languages as a sign of the presence of the Holy Spirit.  These passages both are points where small groups of people move across the line demarcating belief in the Jewish God, and belief that the full revelation of that Jewish God and the Messiah is Jesus.  When they shift, or perhaps a better word, expand, their beliefs, there is a breaking of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/8335065740085959643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=8335065740085959643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8335065740085959643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8335065740085959643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/08/tongues-of-angels-really-angels-pt-2.html' title='Tongues of Angels: Really... Angels? (pt. 2)'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-789416487037349638</id><published>2008-07-30T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:02:35.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongues of Angels: Really... Angels?</title><summary type='text'>So, let's just get it out clearly here so you know where I'm at with this.  I don't believe that the speaking in tongues of the charismatic and pentecostal worlds is what Scripture talks about when it discusses speaking in tongues.  I don't think that speaking nonsense syllables in a way that seems uncontrolled and random is something that comes from the Spirit, nor would I think that a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/789416487037349638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=789416487037349638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/789416487037349638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/789416487037349638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/07/tongues-of-angels-really-angels.html' title='Tongues of Angels: Really... Angels?'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-2362437001999886459</id><published>2008-07-21T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:46:16.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongues of Angels: "Snao theunsth ntehuantheu aunhna!" Sorry, I Didn't Get That...</title><summary type='text'>Speaking in tongues is a really interesting phenomenon that has been around in the world of Christianity (especially particular groups) for a long time.  It's often found in movements within Christianity labeled "charismatic" or "pentecostal."  Surely there are people who speak in tongues, and have a pentecostal-like interpretation of tongues, that don't consider themselves to be either </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/2362437001999886459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=2362437001999886459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2362437001999886459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2362437001999886459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/07/tongues-of-angels-theunsth-ntehuantheu.html' title='Tongues of Angels: &amp;quot;Snao theunsth ntehuantheu aunhna!&amp;quot; Sorry, I Didn&amp;#39;t Get That...'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-5775203963691835062</id><published>2008-07-19T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:02:29.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jesus Turning Point</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about some of the stuff I've written and one common theme that weaves in and out of my posts... God Changing Things.  Here are a few paragraphs from multiple past posts that are encouraging to me (you'd think what I write would stick in my head, but it doesn't) because they remind me of just what the Messiah has done and does for my life - the way that His Presence completely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/5775203963691835062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=5775203963691835062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/5775203963691835062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/5775203963691835062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/07/jesus-turning-point.html' title='The Jesus Turning Point'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-2456478075057993766</id><published>2008-07-16T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:56:18.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Well 5: Sin Within to Beauty Without</title><summary type='text'>Human beings are complicated little creatures for sure.  We have these strange contrasts within ourselves that problematize any sort of encapsulating statements about human nature.  Different sorts of philosophies say very different things about the natural tendencies of humans.  A group on one extreme says that humans are essentially evil creatures that are selfish at all costs.  The good done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/2456478075057993766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=2456478075057993766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2456478075057993766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2456478075057993766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-well-5-sin-within-to-beauty.html' title='Living Well 5: Sin Within to Beauty Without'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-8649319727278286759</id><published>2008-07-10T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:18:25.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Well 4: How Big is Your World?</title><summary type='text'>Everyone tends toward selfishness.  In many ways it is the natural and logical move.  We are the closest person to us.  We know exactly how we feel, exactly what we're thinking, and exactly how we react.  Our entire life involves being around and, in a sense, interacting with, ourselves.  Given the amount of time and energy we put into ourselves, it then seems like a logical progression to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/8649319727278286759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=8649319727278286759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8649319727278286759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8649319727278286759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-well-4-how-big-is-your-world_10.html' title='Living Well 4: How Big is Your World?'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-3932648095815865337</id><published>2008-07-04T18:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:39:23.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Well 3: Wise Thoughts and Foolish Behavior</title><summary type='text'>We have an amazing ability to fool ourselves into thinking we're a lot better than we actually are.  I see it all the time, not just in others, but in myself.  People generally know the right thing to do.  Some situations can become pretty ethically complex, and figuring out just what is right becomes pretty difficult.  But in the majority of situations people know what the right thing to do is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/3932648095815865337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=3932648095815865337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3932648095815865337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3932648095815865337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-well-3-wise-thoughts-and-foolish.html' title='Living Well 3: Wise Thoughts and Foolish Behavior'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-2907815073023660801</id><published>2008-07-02T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:04:23.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few beauts</title><summary type='text'>Don't tell anyone, but this is me breaking into the house...   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/2907815073023660801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=2907815073023660801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2907815073023660801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2907815073023660801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-beauts.html' title='A few beauts'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mhewVE-EGA4/SGvcLKMlbEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4kzKwipDElc/s72-c/TC+houses+152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838945504797811219.post-1931683892124168373</id><published>2008-07-02T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:25:22.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying a home in North Minneapolis</title><summary type='text'>Taking a short break from my normal type of post, I just wanted to throw it out there that my little brother and I are going to be buying a house relatively soon in North Minneapolis.  We're hopefully going to make an offer on one today.  It's pretty exciting for a number of reasons...1. I never thought I'd be able to afford a house.2. The housing market situation potentially makes it possible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/1931683892124168373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=1931683892124168373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/1931683892124168373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/1931683892124168373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/07/buying-home-in-north-minneapolis.html' title='Buying a home in North Minneapolis'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-9064158711479642334</id><published>2008-06-22T08:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:10:30.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Well 2: What are we living for?</title><summary type='text'>I actually just had a conversation with a friend yesterday that brought us to this topic a little bit.  It was interesting because I had already began this post with no intention of finishing, but, now seeing the pertinence of the topic, here it is:Referencing the last post, taking control of our own lives is a beautiful, difficult, and necessary first step toward living well, and something that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/9064158711479642334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=9064158711479642334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/9064158711479642334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/9064158711479642334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/06/living-well-2-what-are-we-living-for_22.html' title='Living Well 2: What are we living for?'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-4610846706368789147</id><published>2008-06-05T00:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:19:53.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Well 1: Passive Movement or Assertive Engagement?</title><summary type='text'>Life is wonderful.  Life is full of joy.  Life is precious.  Life is powerful.  Life is a gift.  Life is peaceful.  Life is enjoyable.  Life is fun.  Life is productive.  Life is fantastic.  Life is purposeful.  Life is hard.  Life is long. Life is tedious.  Life is boring.  Life is painful.  Life is a pain.  Life is laborious.  Life is dull.  Life is pointless.There's a lot that can be said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/4610846706368789147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=4610846706368789147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4610846706368789147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4610846706368789147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/06/living-well-1-passive-movement-or_04.html' title='Living Well 1: Passive Movement or Assertive Engagement?'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-2235812682863571755</id><published>2008-03-28T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:24:19.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Anomalous Death</title><summary type='text'>Religion across time and cultures is full of people working, sacrificing, and acting in a manner in some way designed to get to the divine.  Some have sacrificed anything from the smallest of animals, to human children to please the gods and obtain their favor.  Some religions focus on meditation, on performing an impossible clearing of all desire so that the divine may enter the mind and be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/2235812682863571755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=2235812682863571755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2235812682863571755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2235812682863571755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/03/anomalous-death.html' title='An Anomalous Death'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-2894043669278295244</id><published>2008-03-04T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:17:16.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A bunch of thoughts on a general political theology</title><summary type='text'>These are utterly incomplete, it just might be a while before I get around to thinking about this again... any responses would be helpful.  Complexity.  Ambiguity.  Difficulty.  Those concepts run through my head when I think about how I am to act in the political realm as a follower of Jesus.  I am theologically challenged by it.  For the first time in a while, I'm taking the challenge and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/2894043669278295244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=2894043669278295244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2894043669278295244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2894043669278295244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/03/bunch-of-thoughts-on-general-political.html' title='A bunch of thoughts on a general political theology'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-4831562280306612721</id><published>2008-02-24T17:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:22:51.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><summary type='text'>Last night I was the hero.  There were fifty of us trying to stop this powerful man who was set on stealing whatever he wanted and killing at will.  When he hit people they flew for hundreds of feet and could punch clean through walls.  He was a supervillain.  We, a bunch of everyday people trying to help, surrounded him in an alley.  He hit me and the shock wave from my body threw everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/4831562280306612721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=4831562280306612721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4831562280306612721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4831562280306612721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/02/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-6110813753464546711</id><published>2008-02-18T11:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:32:18.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart: Hardly loving</title><summary type='text'>And I don't know, what to do with a love like that.  And I don't know, how to be a love like that.- David Crowder      Band       It struck me the other day, looking at a story I've seen and heard and learned from a hundred times, just how unlike me Jesus loves.  This whole thing refers to Mark 14:12-31.  It's the Passover.  Jesus is about to die.  No, Jesus is about to be brutally tortured and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/6110813753464546711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=6110813753464546711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6110813753464546711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6110813753464546711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-heart-hardly-loving.html' title='My Heart: Hardly loving'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-3543080464713177014</id><published>2008-02-17T21:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:39:10.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Godlike Perfection</title><summary type='text'>You know that Scripture, "Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."?  It's incredibly intense, isn't it?  I've always thought so.  It doesn't even sound fair.  It feels as if it is full of condemnation.  How am I to respond to this?  "Alright Jesus, I didn't know I should do my best to do everything exactly right before, but now that I know I'll just live perfectly.  I'm sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/3543080464713177014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=3543080464713177014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3543080464713177014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3543080464713177014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/02/godlike-perfection.html' title='Godlike Perfection'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-5783783106667899829</id><published>2008-01-11T14:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:23:28.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Discerning God's Will</title><summary type='text'>One thing that's been frustrating to me lately is the number of conversations I've had with people… a great number of people… about how they are figuring out what God wants for their lives.  It's been good because it has forced me to think more deeply about how we are to figure out what God wants for our lives.  When we look at Scripture, the answer is pretty varied.  First, here's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/5783783106667899829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=5783783106667899829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/5783783106667899829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/5783783106667899829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/01/discerning-gods-will.html' title='Discerning God&apos;s Will'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-3225670486061579940</id><published>2008-01-10T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:28:39.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Without: Day 3</title><summary type='text'>Last night was pretty funny.  An inebriated mexican came in and laid down next to me, then he started swearing a lot in English with a drunken accent 3/4 mexican, 1/4 south minneapolis, reacting with those same 5 swear words to anyone who told him to shut up.  Funny... if you were there.  Then he was quiet for a little bit and commenced singing en espanol what seemed like a love song in this loud</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/3225670486061579940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=3225670486061579940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3225670486061579940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3225670486061579940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-without-day-3.html' title='My Life Without: Day 3'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-3652513364953242325</id><published>2008-01-09T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:37:38.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Without: Some Things I'm Learning</title><summary type='text'>1.  This really has been the #1 thing.  I don't think the best place to minister to the homeless is from the same place that they're at.  I don't think it's true for anybody, and certainly, I have been designed to minister from a place of health, as one who's pulling others up - from homelessness, from chains, from unbelief, from pain, from sin.2. I knew this, but it's hit me hard.  I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/3652513364953242325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=3652513364953242325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3652513364953242325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3652513364953242325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-without-some-things-im-learning.html' title='My Life Without: Some Things I&apos;m Learning'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-3797063845133593685</id><published>2008-01-09T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:08:22.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Without: Day 2 (Tuesday)</title><summary type='text'>Today I ate.  Good news.  I ended up waking up at Salvation Army at 4:30 AM.  So I didn't get as much sleep as I had hoped.  It was still comparatively amazing.  I walked to the library, found out it didn't open until 10 AM, went the the Community College Library, which blows, did a little bit of reading, then left and got my first meal from "Mary Jo's Place" aka Sharing and Caring Hands.  People</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/3797063845133593685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=3797063845133593685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3797063845133593685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3797063845133593685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-without-day-2-tuesday.html' title='My Life Without: Day 2 (Tuesday)'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-4332364511568761886</id><published>2008-01-08T13:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:04:04.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Without: Day 1</title><summary type='text'>I woke up many times during my sleep at the library.  A little after 3:00 PM is when I finally got out of there.  I probably slept around 4 hours.  That wasn't nearly enough, but I knew that tonight I needed someplace to stay.  I got up, still feeling mildly insane and walked.  Interesting note: I also woke up feeling deeply pure.  I don't know why, but I felt more pure than I ever have and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/4332364511568761886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=4332364511568761886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4332364511568761886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4332364511568761886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-without-day-1.html' title='My Life Without: Day 1'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-3945029202934067345</id><published>2008-01-08T13:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:37:13.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Without: Night 1 continued</title><summary type='text'>15 minutes after that journal entry my world changed. I actually haven't written in that journal since that night. Things have been crazy.   Remember those goals?  They were all tossed out the window after this night.After sleeping for a matter on minutes on that ledge, I realized that even on a warm day in winter, it is still really, really cold outside. Too cold to sleep. I got off the ledge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/3945029202934067345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=3945029202934067345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3945029202934067345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3945029202934067345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-without-night-1-continued.html' title='My Life Without: Night 1 continued'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-8075873802529758289</id><published>2008-01-08T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:15:01.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Without: Night 1</title><summary type='text'>Minneapolis is beautiful.  Today was an in-between day.  I spent a few hours in Uptown walking around.  That was interesting.  Didn't see a lot of homeless.  Didn't talk to anyone really.  It was strange.  I felt closed up, afraid.  Not afraid to talk to people, but afraid to talk and leave thinking the conversation wasn't powerful and life-changing for the person I was talking to.  That anything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/8075873802529758289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=8075873802529758289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8075873802529758289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8075873802529758289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-without-night-1.html' title='My Life Without: Night 1'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-6880815414798043995</id><published>2008-01-03T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:24:30.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond...</title><summary type='text'>The world is in search of something bigger.  They are in search of something greater than themselves, of something beyond themselves.  The new generation wants hope for the world.  This new generation wants peace.  This generation desires to see the poor have money, the homeless have shelter, the starving have food, the impoverished have much.  This generation wants true equality for all.  This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/6880815414798043995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=6880815414798043995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6880815414798043995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6880815414798043995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2008/01/beyond.html' title='Beyond...'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-6747075282192422201</id><published>2007-11-27T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:49:36.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fellowship, To You: Sunday 11/25</title><summary type='text'>From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.     - Ephesians 4:16    I have heard from a number of different people at a number of different churches that first the body must become healthy before it can reach out to others.  First people must grow up in Christ and attain a higher spiritual maturity</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/6747075282192422201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=6747075282192422201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6747075282192422201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6747075282192422201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-fellowship-to-you-sunday-1125.html' title='From Fellowship, To You: Sunday 11/25'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-3064643513829924080</id><published>2007-11-18T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:07:19.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fellowship, To You: Sunday 11/18</title><summary type='text'>One idea I heard once… I have not even a vague remembrance of where or when that time was or who it was I heard it from… is that we often compartmentalize our lives.  In the context of the conversation it means that we divide our lives up into individual chunks.  Church is one area of life.  Work is another.  Family life is another.  School is yet another.  Finances are another.  Fun is another.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/3064643513829924080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=3064643513829924080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3064643513829924080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3064643513829924080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-fellowship-to-you-sunday-1118.html' title='From Fellowship, To You: Sunday 11/18'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-6439955778857311794</id><published>2007-11-18T16:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T16:58:05.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fellowship, To You: Sunday 11/11</title><summary type='text'>Hope deferred makes the heart sick,  But no hope at all hurts much less.  So I try not to be overly quick  To be vulnerable by being my best.     So I've spent all my life settling  For much less than what I want.  I get by here and there meddling,  Lucky to be an idiot savant.     I'm foolish because I dream too small.  God has always had more in mind.  For the first time I want it all,  My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/6439955778857311794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=6439955778857311794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6439955778857311794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6439955778857311794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-fellowship-to-you-sunday-1111.html' title='From Fellowship, To You: Sunday 11/11'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838945504797811219.post-3791964237340988512</id><published>2007-11-07T11:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:14:03.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fellowship, To You: Sunday 10/28</title><summary type='text'>"No one is to appear before me empty handed." Exodus 23:15     This is one of those verses I've read over a number of times without having a second thought about it and moving onto the next.  One day, it struck me in my core.  I sometimes (often?) come before God and offer Him nothing.  I ask for forgiveness.  I ask for blessings.  I request love and joyful emotions.  I ask for all things.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/3791964237340988512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=3791964237340988512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3791964237340988512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3791964237340988512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-fellowship-to-you-sunday-1028.html' title='From Fellowship, To You: Sunday 10/28'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-5686942158805931761</id><published>2007-10-25T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:40:08.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fellowship, To You: Sunday, 10/21</title><summary type='text'>Matthew 17:14-21     This story is not about Jesus doing something the disciples could not do, but about what they could have done, but didn't.  Jesus came along and cast out the demon they couldn't get rid of, but Jesus doesn't tell them it was from lack of ability when they asked him why they couldn't do it.  Jesus tells them their faith was too small.  It was not their imperfections or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/5686942158805931761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=5686942158805931761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/5686942158805931761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/5686942158805931761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-fellowship-to-you-sunday-1021.html' title='From Fellowship, To You: Sunday, 10/21'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-787129458054740282</id><published>2007-10-18T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:16:06.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fellowship, To You: Sunday, 10/7</title><summary type='text'>Set your mind on things above, not on earthly things.  - Colossians 3:2     So often in life, I get caught up in the activity.  I find myself wrapped up in getting things done and passing the time, all the while focused on it seems like everything but God.  At the start of this week, that's all I did.  Satan moved upon seeing my weakness (complete lack of focus), and I started living a very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/787129458054740282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=787129458054740282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/787129458054740282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/787129458054740282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-fellowship-to-you-sunday-107.html' title='From Fellowship, To You: Sunday, 10/7'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-8544123910832063541</id><published>2007-10-18T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:13:21.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fellowship, To You: Sunday, 9/30</title><summary type='text'>Now...  Now is the time to repent and be baptized.  If you have anything against anyone, forgive them in your heart and actions.  The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.  This moment is the perfect one to let Christ heal your wounds.  Today is the day of salvation.  Today is the day to be free from addiction.  Today is the day to be free from everything.  Get over yourself.  In this very moment Love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/8544123910832063541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=8544123910832063541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8544123910832063541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8544123910832063541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-fellowship-to-you-sunday-930.html' title='From Fellowship, To You: Sunday, 9/30'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-2756333639327805306</id><published>2007-10-18T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:15:39.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fellowship, To You: Sunday, 9/23</title><summary type='text'>  Psalm 143  O Lord, hear my prayer,  listen to my cry for mercy;  in your faithfulness and righteousness  come to my relief.  Do not bring your servant into   judgment,  for no one living is righteous before   you.  The enemy pursues me,  he crushes me to the ground;  he makes me dwell in darkness  like those long dead.  So my spirit grows faint within me;  my heart within me is dismayed.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/2756333639327805306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=2756333639327805306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2756333639327805306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2756333639327805306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-fellowship-to-you-sunday-923.html' title='From Fellowship, To You: Sunday, 9/23'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-8206398730023322631</id><published>2007-08-19T18:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:01:36.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World As It Once Was</title><summary type='text'>Imagine a world that lacks so much of what our world has. This world doesn't know what pain is. Disease isn't even a known word. Neither children nor adults starve to death or even go hungry. There is no pollution. No one is physically or mentally disabled. There is no fear. There is no evil. There is no shame. There are no lies. There is no war. People in this world don't get hurt or hurt each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/8206398730023322631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=8206398730023322631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8206398730023322631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8206398730023322631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/08/world-as-it-once-was.html' title='The World As It Once Was'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-8743318114988719547</id><published>2007-08-12T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T10:01:20.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorifying Ourselves (pt. 1)</title><summary type='text'>  I want glory.  I have a friend who wants glory.  Who doesn't?  Often we go after glory, but it's the wrong kind of glory, and we pursue it in the wrong kind of way ultimately because of our faulty motivations that come from reprobate desires.  Going after glory is a pretty ubiquitous thing across humanity.  I believe it is true that in every human being is an inherent desire for glory.  It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/8743318114988719547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=8743318114988719547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8743318114988719547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/8743318114988719547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/08/glorifying-ourselves-pt-1.html' title='Glorifying Ourselves (pt. 1)'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-7550778088186708369</id><published>2007-08-10T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:02:20.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dynamic Relationship</title><summary type='text'>     I grew up being taught a philosophical version of God that illustrates Him as all-powerful and all-knowing.  He knows everything that's going to happen and as a result has preplanned every use of his infinite power.  He's immutable, unwavering, insusceptible to outside influence.  The Earth is in His complete control and His plan will not be altered.  He is too massive and too staunch.It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/7550778088186708369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=7550778088186708369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7550778088186708369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7550778088186708369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/08/dynamic-relationship.html' title='A Dynamic Relationship'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-5428218103643336890</id><published>2007-04-19T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:25:09.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer</title><summary type='text'>There is much I want to be Lord. There is so much in my desires and in my passions. Some of these things are godly, some of them sinful, and  some of them are neither. I want to be an intellectual, a genius who knows an inordinate amount about everything. I want to be an amazing video gamer. I want to be an athlete. I want to be a football player. I want to be a full-time student with a 4.0. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/5428218103643336890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=5428218103643336890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/5428218103643336890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/5428218103643336890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/04/prayer.html' title='A Prayer'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-3473679978432143332</id><published>2007-02-10T19:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:10:55.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ache In Me</title><summary type='text'>In recent months, since the summer perhaps (I can't put an exact date on it), my heart has healed in different ways that has left me free to seriously consider and pursue a relationship with girls.  And those that know me understand that I want that deeply.  It's just something that God has placed upon my heart to desire and go after.  I know I haven't been designed for timidity or hesitancy.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/3473679978432143332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=3473679978432143332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3473679978432143332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/3473679978432143332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/02/ache-in-me.html' title='The Ache In Me'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-7682309969149585212</id><published>2007-01-30T06:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:59:21.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disattending To Who Men Are</title><summary type='text'>Jesus didn't really pay any attention to men.  Don't get me wrong, he gave people a lot of attention and ascribed to them the infinite worth they have as people.  And He loved them deeply.  But, Christ dealt with a lot of people - many of those who had a lot of power, influence, and communal respect - without in any way being influenced by the pressure that often comes from dealing with people.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/7682309969149585212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=7682309969149585212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7682309969149585212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7682309969149585212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/01/disattending-to-who-men-are.html' title='Disattending To Who Men Are'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-2937500561195164202</id><published>2007-01-17T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:55:41.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding God's Love - Part III: It Changes Everything</title><summary type='text'>Alright, so we've covered our indigent state of helplessness and depravity and noted that God's love exists despite that, not as something to be worked for or earned, but is simply there.  As I've submitted repeatedly, this acknowledgement of our own sinful repugnance and understanding that God freely loves despite that, is the starting point of  a fuller comprehension of God's love.  When we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/2937500561195164202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=2937500561195164202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2937500561195164202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/2937500561195164202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/01/understanding-gods-love-part-iii-it.html' title='Understanding God&apos;s Love - Part III: It Changes Everything'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-7773390283176253017</id><published>2007-01-17T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:50:01.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding God's Love - Part II: While We Suck</title><summary type='text'>I just read part 1 and I think it kind of sucks.  This part probably should have gone along with the first part, because the two are inextricable from one another.  They have to be connected in our minds and hearts.  Or else, we'll do one of two things, either becoming pompous knowing God loves us or despising ourselves knowing we're not worthy of love.  Neither of those is very helpful.  That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/7773390283176253017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=7773390283176253017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7773390283176253017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7773390283176253017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/01/understanding-gods-love-part-ii-while.html' title='Understanding God&apos;s Love - Part II: While We Suck'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-1385434759937413775</id><published>2007-01-17T11:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:44:32.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding God's Love - Part I: We Suck</title><summary type='text'>I have so many conversations with people, people who desire and love God, who are struggling hard in life because they don't understand God's love for them. They are missing key componential comprehensions that enable us to know the love of God. I am one of these people. All too often in my life there have been gaps in my heart's understanding of God's love, caused by my debaucherous and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/1385434759937413775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=1385434759937413775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/1385434759937413775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/1385434759937413775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/01/understanding-gods-love-part-i-we-suck.html' title='Understanding God&apos;s Love - Part I: We Suck'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-7390083966498309954</id><published>2007-01-15T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:35:01.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting The Unobtainable</title><summary type='text'>Some things in life are so wonderful.  They really are.  God has created a mesmeric world with so many things that are excellent and praiseworthy.  A key component of understanding and enjoying God is a comprehension of the innate goodness of what He's created.  It is good for us to cogitate on these things, desire them, and pursue them.  The quandary arises when we want what we cannot have.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/7390083966498309954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=7390083966498309954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7390083966498309954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7390083966498309954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/01/wanting-unobtainable.html' title='Wanting The Unobtainable'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-4823172041073942768</id><published>2007-01-05T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:02:43.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the ludicrous cross</title><summary type='text'>I am a follower of Jesus. That means I believe a lot of strange things. I believe God exists. I believe He created the world in its entirety. I believe in absolutes. I believe that a perfect and perfectly good God can allow evil and still be perfect, still be good. I believe the Bible is the way God has chosen to speak to us. I believe that the same God who created the Universe chose to bring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/4823172041073942768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=4823172041073942768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4823172041073942768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4823172041073942768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-ludicrous-cross.html' title='Oh, the ludicrous cross'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-6957189015807270878</id><published>2006-12-31T19:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:13:23.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Kind of Works</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, I've got to talk a little about history to preface this.  Before the Catholic Church, we've got the Jewish Christians who are corrupting the gospel of Jesus by propagating the idea that salvation comes from the outworkings of the Law. I think it was so popular because it allows people to gauge their level of salvation and to plume themselves above others. Paul counters this by making the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/6957189015807270878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=6957189015807270878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6957189015807270878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/6957189015807270878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2006/12/different-kind-of-works.html' title='A Different Kind of Works'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-7983678318632536383</id><published>2006-12-29T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T13:28:12.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Story Isn't Ours</title><summary type='text'>We're all a part of a metanarrative that is unfolding before us, and has been unfolding since the creation of the world.  It's the story of humanity.  Every person - past, present, and future - has a role in how the story plays out.  The author of this story, as with most stories, knows the end from the beginning, but the story itself is dynamic, shaped by the decisions the characters make, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/7983678318632536383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=7983678318632536383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7983678318632536383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7983678318632536383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-story-isnt-ours.html' title='Our Story Isn&apos;t Ours'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-4416606751596852937</id><published>2006-12-29T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T13:27:30.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unveiled</title><summary type='text'>Dropping out of college this semester was one of the best things I've ever done. It's allowed me to spend some introspection time looking at myself, how I live, and what drives me and seeing if my inner reality coalesces with that which I believe to be actual reality. And I'm a follower of Jesus, so I believe that what the Bible says to be actual reality, is.One thing I've seen in Scriptures </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/4416606751596852937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=4416606751596852937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4416606751596852937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4416606751596852937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2006/12/unveiled.html' title='Unveiled'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-720518492206823371</id><published>2006-12-20T19:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:17:16.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><summary type='text'>Desire is the driving force behind a preponderance of human behavior. Chew on that for a second. If you’re hungry, you want food. If you’re thirsty, you want water. If you’re bored, you want something to do. If you’re lonely, you want someone to be with. Between perceived need and action there is a desire. And that desire drives our action. People go after what they want.In most life situations </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/720518492206823371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=720518492206823371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/720518492206823371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/720518492206823371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2006/12/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-7702623133329727092</id><published>2006-12-20T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:00:56.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless Submission</title><summary type='text'>Humility has often felt like the option the feeble and reticent choose out of necessity. The man of boldness and brawn chooses to administrate his own life. However, I’ve become utterly convinced that humble submission to Jesus is the most intrepid move a person can make. In giving deference to the Lord, we discover ourselves facing, head on, every fear we have.Consider the idea of being wholly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/7702623133329727092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=7702623133329727092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7702623133329727092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/7702623133329727092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2006/12/fearless-submission.html' title='Fearless Submission'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</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-8838945504797811219.post-4589735355864236282</id><published>2006-12-20T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:58:37.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Life Blog For Me</title><summary type='text'>Whelp, I suppose step 1 is importing everything I already posted on facebook...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/feeds/4589735355864236282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8838945504797811219&amp;postID=4589735355864236282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4589735355864236282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838945504797811219/posts/default/4589735355864236282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humblevision.blogspot.com/2006/12/real-life-blog-for-me.html' title='A Real Life Blog For Me'/><author><name>jeremiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14346485288261159107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
