<?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-5512026</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:39:15.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pursuit</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog of pursuit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-115169232803021552</id><published>2006-06-30T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:32:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/115169232803021552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/115169232803021552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2006_06_30_archive.html#115169232803021552' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-115169232568580268</id><published>2006-06-30T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:32:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/115169232568580268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/115169232568580268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2006_06_30_archive.html#115169232568580268' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106701249479558111</id><published>2003-10-24T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T11:37:26.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy happy joy joy   ok kids...it is time for me to graduate to another blog... my new website can be found at http://mypursuit.blogs.com/come and check it out...really fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106701249479558111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106701249479558111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_24_archive.html#106701249479558111' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106693096057034016</id><published>2003-10-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T18:04:34.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why I don't like christian book stores   When I first got saved the Christian Book Store was the place to be. I mean it was like the Spiritual Walmart  
of the true Christian. You could buy your Amy Grant, your Micheal W. Smith, and those crazy rockers Audio Adrenaline. But over the years I have stayed away from them, at least as far as I could. I think what made me frustrated the most was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106693096057034016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106693096057034016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_23_archive.html#106693096057034016' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106624367549498043</id><published>2003-10-15T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T11:47:54.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mr zaccheus   Today  I feel like Mr. Zaccheus. I feel excited, and nervous, and like Jesus is about to walk by an change some things big time. Isn't Jesus amazing ? He sees this little dude trying his best to see Him...So what does he say to Z ? "Hey Zaccheus, I am hungry...let's goto your house and eat." I guess when you are Jesus you can tell people that, well I guess I have done that before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106624367549498043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106624367549498043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_15_archive.html#106624367549498043' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106615508799964743</id><published>2003-10-14T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T11:11:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ozzy   My favorite Ozzy has the last name of Chambers. Here is todays meditation:

The key to the missionary’s work is the authority of Jesus Christ, not the needs of the lost. We are inclined to look on our Lord as one who assists us in our endeavors for God. Yet our Lord places Himself as the absolute sovereign and supreme Lord over His disciples. He does not say that the lost will never be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106615508799964743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106615508799964743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_14_archive.html#106615508799964743' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106614822186667649</id><published>2003-10-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T09:17:01.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've done it again !!!!   I found some old footage of Jared Williams when he was back in junior high. I never knew he liked star wars so much. Click here to check it out. Remember to be mindful of the force.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106614822186667649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106614822186667649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_14_archive.html#106614822186667649' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106606186449430076</id><published>2003-10-13T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T09:17:44.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>psalm 37    I was reading one of my favorite psalms this morning, psalm 37, and this verse jumped out at me. " The steps of the godly are directed by the LORD. He delights in every detail of their lives." Psalm 37:23.  I just sat there and read it over and over again. Especially the second line..."He delights in every detail of our life." I know this is true, but it was revealed to me in a whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106606186449430076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106606186449430076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_13_archive.html#106606186449430076' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106597173420470890</id><published>2003-10-12T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T08:15:34.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>final   If you would like to see my final tat work it here. Yes...it did hurt. Yes...I will get more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106597173420470890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106597173420470890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106597173420470890' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106580911942995270</id><published>2003-10-10T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T11:05:19.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>unfaithful   I just found out that  my co-workers husband is having an affair. Last night my co-worker found out, as if this isn't bad enough...he is a Christian, lay minister at a local church. Was the head of Evangelism Explosion for his church as well...stupid ass. I am really sick and tired of the excuses...seriously I have heard them all. When will we stop this crap ? I hate this !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106580911942995270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106580911942995270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_10_archive.html#106580911942995270' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106580719886175427</id><published>2003-10-10T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T10:33:18.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rat a tat tat   Hey remember how I said that the main elements of my tat stay the same...just some of the other stuff changes....well it changed again. And instead of describing it to everyone you can see it later...later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106580719886175427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106580719886175427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_10_archive.html#106580719886175427' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106523055976762942</id><published>2003-10-03T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T10:10:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   calling all bloggers...calling all bloggers    Step right up and make a bet. Jon Reid will be visiting us at the Bridge this sunday night and I am taking bets. Last time he came to the Bridge he said the "V" word, if you don't know what that is then join the converstaion. I am taking bets on what he will say/do this sunday night. Jon my "look" like a simple man (by simple I mean nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106523055976762942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106523055976762942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_03_archive.html#106523055976762942' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106521787816762731</id><published>2003-10-03T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T14:51:17.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some dude   Some dude named Steve saw my tat blog and freaked out. So he posted a link to my site check it out here...ps.my link is at the bottom of his page. Everyone wave to the "people that are scared of tats."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106521787816762731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106521787816762731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_03_archive.html#106521787816762731' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106519970010422908</id><published>2003-10-03T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T09:48:19.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blast from the past   When I was younger I lived in Redondo Beach...2105 Pullman Lane. I had two really good friends, Fernando Chumentowski and Timothy Stewart. We had the best of time. We did alot together, we went camping, had sleepovers, learned how to skateboard. We used to play basketball on our bikes...and got our pic in the paper for doing so. We shared alot of life, until I had to move to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106519970010422908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106519970010422908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_03_archive.html#106519970010422908' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106519889521449646</id><published>2003-10-03T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T09:49:23.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who are you ?   ok someone from Adobe visits this site quite often...who are you ? I am curious....come on out...join the party....its really fun...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106519889521449646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106519889521449646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_03_archive.html#106519889521449646' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106519840420123489</id><published>2003-10-03T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T09:30:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tat   8 days and counting til I get my first tat from Sid. The tat keeps changing, well at least in my head. The basic elements are the same but the arrangment changes. I am really excited, I have wanted this tat for a few year...now I am freed up to get it, in more ways than one. My inspiration is based on Isaiah 6 where Isaiah is in the temple and God shows up, it is also ( in my mind) the same</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106519840420123489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106519840420123489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_03_archive.html#106519840420123489' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106519619825410351</id><published>2003-10-03T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T08:49:57.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the best movie I almost never saw   Lets be honest...Drew Barrymore's best movie was E.T. til now. I have always had a hard time dealing with her popularity, shes like a thorn in my side. A young woman that can't act here way out of a paper bag make millions, only in hollywood. Well because of this I have said away from her movies like the plague...So I can't tell you the reason behind renting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106519619825410351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106519619825410351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_10_03_archive.html#106519619825410351' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106486042723662242</id><published>2003-09-29T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T11:33:46.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>camping.....   Just got back from a guys retreat at Lake Nacimiento with the Bridge. We wake boarded, jetski'd, we worshiped and talked about "guy" stuff. I made some new friends and strengthened some old ones. I got a sun tan/burn, sore muscles, and almost won the tubing competition (I  have to give the first place award to    Quin, he got mad skills...and he is the only one that snapped to rope</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106486042723662242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106486042723662242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_29_archive.html#106486042723662242' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106433859720887251</id><published>2003-09-23T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T10:36:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sike   Hey just found out that my B.A. is useless when it comes to getting a teaching credential for the State of California. Nice to find out now, when I went to school they told us by the time we graduated we would be accredited...now almost 5 years later LIFE is still not WASC accredited, plus I just found out that when and IF they do get that accreditation, it will not be retroactive. I think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106433859720887251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106433859720887251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_23_archive.html#106433859720887251' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106433003937652607</id><published>2003-09-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T08:13:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suffer not...   hhmmmm. So for what seems like forever to me, I have been trying to figure out the next step for my life. This job at the VW Dealership is becoming more and more frustrating and everyday I yearn to make a, in my eyes, greater impact in peoples lives. So what do I do ? I have been praying...but that alone is never enough. When I search my heart for things I long for a few things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106433003937652607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106433003937652607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_23_archive.html#106433003937652607' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106377708999088332</id><published>2003-09-16T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T22:38:09.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it true ?
   Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in 
waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht 
the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. 
The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. 
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but 
the wrod as a wlohe. 
Amzanig huh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106377708999088332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106377708999088332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_16_archive.html#106377708999088332' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106376129655785297</id><published>2003-09-16T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T18:14:56.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good God   It has been a crazy week. With selling my old car, to buying a new one. With looking for a new job, to my wife making me do a bunch of home stuff....it's been crazy. But I will be back to normal pretty soon. In all of life's business I am thankful for one big thing, God is a good God. I don't mean to sound cliche-ish. But He really is good, and because He is good He wants us to be good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106376129655785297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106376129655785297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_16_archive.html#106376129655785297' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106329604729882046</id><published>2003-09-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T09:00:47.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>giving up   Tuesday was kinda a hard day for me. Lately I have had opportunities come my way that have not come to fruition. And that gets frustrating and stressful at time. With decisions about selling my car, and new jobs, and new ministries happening I have gotten my hopes up, and then some really crashed and burned. So on tuesday I told God, "I give up." I give up on stressing about a new job</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106329604729882046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106329604729882046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_11_archive.html#106329604729882046' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106314391650748122</id><published>2003-09-09T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T13:09:02.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>swirling eddies   If you ever been on a white water rafting trip you would be at home. This weekend was the Soliton Sessions @ the Bridge. It was a great weekend of being broken and pulled and challenged and empowered, it also was a swirling eddie for some. In water rafting a swirling eddie is a portion of the river that is usually near a rock or the shore. It is a very dangerous place, because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106314391650748122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106314391650748122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_09_archive.html#106314391650748122' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106303972048094207</id><published>2003-09-08T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T09:48:40.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 kings 2:2"Elijah said to Elisha, "Stay here; the LORD has sent me to Bethel." But Elisha said, "As surely as the LORD lives and as you live, I will not leave you." So they went down to Bethel." Last week, as well as this week, I have been training someone at my work for my position. No I am not leaving yet, but my boss wants more than one person to know my position, pretty smart since I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106303972048094207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106303972048094207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_08_archive.html#106303972048094207' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106269456559247652</id><published>2003-09-04T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T09:56:05.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no post   Sorry I haven't been posting (for those that read). I have been training someone at my work, which means that I can not post. Next week be back to normal, if that's what you can call me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106269456559247652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106269456559247652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_04_archive.html#106269456559247652' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106252990071613899</id><published>2003-09-02T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T12:11:40.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm a surfer dude...dude   The highlight of my weekend...the most fun I've had in a while. Yes I finally surfed. Yesterday Stacy and I went to visit her boss and her husband. This was the first time that I got to meet them, even though we've tried to hook up a few times. I step out of the car and Brian says, "Hey...I heard you want to learn to surf." I said,"Yeah." He said,"Well go put on these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106252990071613899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106252990071613899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_09_02_archive.html#106252990071613899' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106217195142116410</id><published>2003-08-29T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T08:47:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the pleasure of tension   My new favorite word is "tension", meaning the interplay of conflicting elements. Over the past few weeks I have been reexamining many things, my faith, relationships, my job. And I realized that there is a lot of tension. Normally people do not like tension, they avoid it, try to resolve it, ignore it or just simply get angry. When I look at the story of God, upon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106217195142116410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106217195142116410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_29_archive.html#106217195142116410' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106194047994209107</id><published>2003-08-26T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T16:31:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>r kelly is a worship leader   ok I'm not sure about that...but I found a song about a "worship leader" that is set to r kellys ignition song.







Praise Band Groupie [ignition remix beat]
Well I'm a praise band leader, I'm not a rock star,
But every Sunday you be starin while I strum my guitar,
You're my Transparency girl, you move the song line by line,
You look at me, I look at you, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106194047994209107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106194047994209107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_26_archive.html#106194047994209107' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106184873359797519</id><published>2003-08-25T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T14:58:53.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>job update   Hey my little brussel spouts just thought I'd give you an update on what is going on. Well I have been mulling over it what I should do...I think that I will be looking for a  job in the insurance field. My wife works for State Farm and I think we are going to try to get a job for me with a State Farm agent. Most agents, if they find the right person, will not only pay them well, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106184873359797519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106184873359797519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_25_archive.html#106184873359797519' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106184484406574036</id><published>2003-08-25T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T13:54:03.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>adaptation   interesting movie to say the least. When I watch a movie like this I am in awe of God's creativity displayed in fallen mankind. This movie is about a man who is trying to adapt a book for a screen play. Unfortunately the man has no backbone, although in his writing career he is a know it all. This "adaptation" is more of a look of the human condition in a comical but real format that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106184484406574036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106184484406574036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_25_archive.html#106184484406574036' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106184207646468848</id><published>2003-08-25T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T08:34:08.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>john 6:25-71   The past week or so I having been meditating on this chapter of the story of God. So many things can be said about this section of the story, in fact for the past few years it has been a constant source of encouragement/refocus/inquiry. The gist of the Story is that there is a crowd of so-called "disciples" after Jesus feeds a few thousand of them. They want "another" sign to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106184207646468848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106184207646468848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_25_archive.html#106184207646468848' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106183241612567391</id><published>2003-08-25T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T10:28:36.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good ole' trival   When asked this riddle, 80% of kindergarten kids got the answer, compared to 17% of Stanford University seniors. 

What is greater than God, More evil than the devil,
 The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you eat it, you'll die? 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106183241612567391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106183241612567391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_25_archive.html#106183241612567391' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106159892319850602</id><published>2003-08-22T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T17:35:23.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>googlism Have you been googlismed. This is who I am...according to google.

craig is very prim and proper
craig is craig
craig is coming to texas
craig is a good driver
craig is the drummer in the band
craig is baffled
craig is well fit
craig is a troll
craig is in the tree
craig is such a hoot
craig is god therefor search &amp; destroy
craig is a real
craig is soooo vain
craig is too expensive by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106159892319850602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106159892319850602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_22_archive.html#106159892319850602' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106150543960212171</id><published>2003-08-21T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T15:37:19.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>keep trudging   Let me first say that I am not looking for answers to this post. This is simply a reflection of the state of my heart concerning what is happening in my life at this time. I am struggling, I am getting very frustrated with my job situation. Yes I am thankful for this job, as way of God's providing for my needs. But I am really fed up with what goes on here. I thought the church </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106150543960212171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106150543960212171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_21_archive.html#106150543960212171' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106149007912735881</id><published>2003-08-21T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T15:59:57.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey you   I am really curious. I have someone that visits my site almost daily....in the morning. They work at or for saskatoon health region. Is this you ? Do I know you ? Are you my friend. It's too late I already see you...please tell me who you are.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106149007912735881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106149007912735881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_21_archive.html#106149007912735881' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106148418685046548</id><published>2003-08-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T08:22:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what ?    I just found out here that I write like girl. I think I am going to cry and eat a pint of ice cream, while I wear sweatpants.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106148418685046548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106148418685046548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_21_archive.html#106148418685046548' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106140961175751145</id><published>2003-08-20T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T13:00:11.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello again   Haven't posted anything for a few days. Been really struggling with something, or rather some direction that God gave me. Something pretty big happened a few nights ago that could or could not affect my life in a very personal way. And I want to ask questions...but right away God told me to just trust Him. To quietly hope and trust, one thing I am not good at, being quiet. I am good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106140961175751145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106140961175751145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_20_archive.html#106140961175751145' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106100357039653464</id><published>2003-08-15T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T20:48:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my scion   Nope don't have one yet...but think I will soon. We are trying to sell my flaming car and pick up one of these bad boys...lower payments/better warranty/ oh yeah it's a hardco car too. I got to test drive one of these puppies last week, it is such a fun car with so much room inside. And for a 6'1 220 kinda guy...room is a good thing. Only thing holding us back is selling my car, and my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106100357039653464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106100357039653464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_15_archive.html#106100357039653464' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106100260510713046</id><published>2003-08-15T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T19:56:39.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this might sound weird....but   I think I am very "un" normal. To prove it I want to conduct a survey. For my whole life I have associated numbers with "genders." I don't know why ? Whenever I have talked to someone about this I have gotten blank stares. Anyways what I mean is that from the numbers 1-10 I have assigned genders based on what I think the numbers represent. I didn't ever sit down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106100260510713046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106100260510713046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_15_archive.html#106100260510713046' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106100192190539970</id><published>2003-08-15T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T19:47:43.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>job ?   Well it's been two days and no reply...not good. But then at lunch I saw the my friend Susan, she is the assistant hr lady @ Gospel Light. She told me that it looks like they are in the final stages of hiring someone for that position. Funny thing though, I'm not really upset. Not that I should be, but I had a funny felling that this job was really for me. For a little while I wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106100192190539970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106100192190539970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_15_archive.html#106100192190539970' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106100113524072781</id><published>2003-08-15T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T19:35:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it in your wallet ? Check this out !

Mastercard....it's everywhere you want to be !!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106100113524072781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106100113524072781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_15_archive.html#106100113524072781' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106079381147681449</id><published>2003-08-13T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T10:02:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please pray   Just got an email from a friend. There is a job opening @ Gospel Light, a christian publisher, that I really think I could do. And no Jeph, they don't cuss. Just pray. Thanx....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106079381147681449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106079381147681449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_13_archive.html#106079381147681449' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106078783081702686</id><published>2003-08-13T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T08:21:57.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the Jews: God's way of saying..."I have power"   Last night I finished watching "the pianist"...very moving movie. I love movies about history, especially regarding the struggles of the Jews. I think the two reasons for this are...1) The Jews, to me represent a witness to God's existence. Countless times throughout history the should have died off, they should have disappeared...but they didn't. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106078783081702686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106078783081702686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_13_archive.html#106078783081702686' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106072484218013912</id><published>2003-08-12T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T18:23:35.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't question
     Bellow is an email I just sent my wife...


     Last nite I was telling Jared about how I thought that God put something in every culture that points directly back to Him...the problem is that in the past Christians thought that culture was evil and would force those that wanted Christ to become "european christians." I told him that I couldn't remember what the phrase </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106072484218013912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106072484218013912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_12_archive.html#106072484218013912' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106072350387616186</id><published>2003-08-12T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T14:25:03.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rejection vs. redemption
   Last night I got the oppertunity to hang out with one of my closest friends, Jared Williams. We talked about all kinda stuff...but one thing really stuck out to me. Culture is it part of God's creation or man's fall. I believe there is something called a "redemptive analogy" in every culture. This means that in all culture God has placed an analogy that can be used to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106072350387616186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106072350387616186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_12_archive.html#106072350387616186' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106064057306732952</id><published>2003-08-11T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T09:32:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi ho hi ho it's off to work i go ahh another day of transformational life at the VW dealership. Yeah I work for "Barber Volkswagen" in Ventura California. Before I got a "real" job I always dreaded the thought that one day I would have to work in the "real" world. Not that my "job" as a youth pastor/assistant pastor/worship leader/graphics worker/website developer/janitor wasn't real work. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106064057306732952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106064057306732952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_11_archive.html#106064057306732952' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106062710643554237</id><published>2003-08-11T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T11:38:26.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shark week is here Oh shark week. oh shark week. Last night, after an awesome nite at the bridge (read mondays post here) I sat down to watch "SHARK WEEK." "Anatomy of a shark bite" was the "special" that was on. Crazy stuff, I mean this "shark expert" was showing other people how "safe" sharks are, and how they don't attack humans, except by mistaked identity...or whatever. When all the sudden </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106062710643554237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106062710643554237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_11_archive.html#106062710643554237' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106039311338563109</id><published>2003-08-08T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T20:18:16.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh crap&lt;!--Andrew code begin--&gt;


Take the Which Character Am I? Quiz
&lt;!--Andrew code end--&gt; I just took this test and found out I am Emelio Estivez. crap.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106039311338563109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106039311338563109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_08_archive.html#106039311338563109' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106038322997557170</id><published>2003-08-08T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T15:53:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mike todd kicks assWhy don't we focus on introducing people (all different types) to Jesus, and then they can sort it out?

We don't say "stop telling lies and then you can be a Christian." We say, "Here is Christ", and then we let Him do the healing.

We don't say "stop thinking evil thoughts and then you can be a Christian." We say, "Here is Christ", and then we let Him do the healing.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106038322997557170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106038322997557170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_08_archive.html#106038322997557170' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106029583395408833</id><published>2003-08-07T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T15:37:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the word of God   So lately I have had a really hard time getting into the Word. Yes I still read almost everyday, yes I still believe that it has power and all that stuff, and yes I usually love to digest it into my soul. But over the past few months I have had a hard time being motivated to really dive in by myself. Part of it, I think has to do with the transitions in my thought processes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106029583395408833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106029583395408833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_07_archive.html#106029583395408833' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106010717803917982</id><published>2003-08-05T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T14:42:06.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>homosexuality deal with it 2.1   Hey guys I posted some further thoughts about homosexuality here is of what I posted at ginkworld. You can follow this conv by clicking here


   I'm fine with

   "it is not our place to transform anyone - God does all that" - Gink

   But when it comes down to one on one convo. What do you tell a homosexual person about homosexuality. I am often disgusted by the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106010717803917982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106010717803917982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_05_archive.html#106010717803917982' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106009697297006263</id><published>2003-08-05T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T08:22:53.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good news...is it really ?   Hey kids I have several thought running through my mind that I want to throw at you and get your voices on. What is the good news ? If you say....."blah blah blah Jesus came to save your soul from hell to spend eternity with you" please dig deeper. Think back to our origins. What was the good news to those that new Jesus before he died ? Jesus went around preaching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106009697297006263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106009697297006263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_05_archive.html#106009697297006263' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106009604087558975</id><published>2003-08-05T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T08:07:38.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>truth bomb  2.1    ok..ok..I could've written the "truth bomb" post a little more constructively. What I was meaning to do is to stir the pot, what I didn't mean to do is to come off being a "finger pointer". Either way great conversations. What I love about this whole "truth" thing is that the discussion only leads us closer to the one that is "true." How thankful I am that He left this earth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106009604087558975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106009604087558975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_05_archive.html#106009604087558975' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-106001800111901626</id><published>2003-08-04T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T10:31:21.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>emerging booksLeave it to the emerging minister to find these cutting edge books that really deal with "real-life" issues. Make sure to check them out! Caution due to the core issues of the book and the life-transformationalness of your reading these books. I highly recommend only reading ONE AT A TIME.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106001800111901626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/106001800111901626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_04_archive.html#106001800111901626' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105987393650550358</id><published>2003-08-02T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T18:25:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh joyOh friends I have a rare, very rare guest appearance by a friend named Jared Williams if you click here you will find him singing a great song about something he really loves.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105987393650550358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105987393650550358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_02_archive.html#105987393650550358' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105977044790101187</id><published>2003-08-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T13:47:07.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>get paid to goto churchIf you would like to get paid to goto church, and you are white please click here. Let me say this much. "Only in friken America!!!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105977044790101187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105977044790101187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105977044790101187' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105969819370946924</id><published>2003-07-31T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T17:36:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a dream   Last night I had a pretty crazy dream that I want to share with everyone. I often have dreams, most I forget 2 minutes after I wake up. But this one has been in my minds eye all day long. So in my dream its a sunny day and I am walking on a pathway on the second story of some kind of building, like a school or something, and I want to go down stairs. I know that there are a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105969819370946924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105969819370946924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_31_archive.html#105969819370946924' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105960475499710714</id><published>2003-07-30T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:39:15.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...follow the King   "Live pure, speak truth, right the wrong, follow the King" Last sunday Phil Graf spoke at the Bridge Communities. It was an intresting subject that he covered. We have been discussing Luke 15 the parable of the lost son, we've been looking at all the players. Dad, both sons, servants, their emotions, their journies, and their distant lands. I think the most impacting thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105960475499710714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105960475499710714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_30_archive.html#105960475499710714' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105958354720121934</id><published>2003-07-30T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T13:26:18.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the truth bomb    I am struggling with some peoples understanding of the "truth" in this place called "blogsphere" and other "pm" websites. I have read many that blur over the "truth" issue. They've made it relative. At the risk of offending, and seeming arrogant there is a "truth" and it isn't relative to our experiences. We can't define the truth by our limited notions of reason. Truth in the "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105958354720121934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105958354720121934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_30_archive.html#105958354720121934' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105943399299812223</id><published>2003-07-28T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T14:38:41.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear brothers and sisters....pray
Some friends that recently became missionaries to Australia emailed me this:

Hello everyone.  

This is Cora writing.  I would really like to ask for some prayers for my Mom.  Over the past two weeks she’s had a couple surgeries done and
things have really gone downhill.  The operated area has gotten infected and she’s flying home in order to have better medical</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105943399299812223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105943399299812223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_28_archive.html#105943399299812223' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105925748973945188</id><published>2003-07-26T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T11:40:29.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dreams 1.1 I am having one of those "dream" moments. I am remembering one of the dreams I had throughout bible college, and today I will share it with you, at least in part. First of all let me make sure you understand me by defining the word "church."  The word "church" literally means " those who anywhere, in a city, village, constitute such a company and are united into one body." whether you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105925748973945188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105925748973945188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_26_archive.html#105925748973945188' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105918773484086689</id><published>2003-07-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T11:11:01.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
foundations   Where do you stand ? What is your foundation ? His story tells us that Jesus, after teaching said this, "Everyone  who comes to Me and hears My words and acts on them, I will show you whom he is like:  he is like a man building a house, who dug  deep and laid a foundation on the rock; and when a flood occurred, the torrent  burst against that house and could not shake it, because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105918773484086689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105918773484086689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_25_archive.html#105918773484086689' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105915447807248449</id><published>2003-07-25T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T10:40:05.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baring my soulLast week Jeph asked me a question "Are you this vulnerable in person." My pride said , "Of course...I have nothing to hide." That simply isn't true...I have to confess. I want to be very vulnerable in person, sometime I am but only with things that don't make me look stupid. Like my struggles with the whole postmodern christian thing. I have so many questions, so many things that I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105915447807248449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105915447807248449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_25_archive.html#105915447807248449' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105899745149945601</id><published>2003-07-23T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T11:04:58.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hopeI'm at work, listening to coldplay. I have this hope that is creeping up on me. I can feel it on my shoulders, it's a deep hope. I am realizing that the days ahead of us are far greater then the ones behind. I am realizing that the Ancient of Days has just started something. I feel an anticipation, like I did waiting for my wife-to be to walk down that isle. It's a feeling of such great hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105899745149945601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105899745149945601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_23_archive.html#105899745149945601' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105893040507398768</id><published>2003-07-22T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T11:01:24.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for better or worseSo I just finished a date with my wife @ Mimi's. After being an "whole ass" last saturday I started to really search for the answer to the question...why? Why was I so upset, why was I such an ass, why did I feel attacked ? I got one for ya...it's the p word. Prostitution.....j/k. It's my dumb ass pride. See I've been going through crap since I left my last job being a youth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105893040507398768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105893040507398768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_22_archive.html#105893040507398768' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105881257977036681</id><published>2003-07-21T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T11:36:19.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the mirror of marriageI blew it this weekend, big time. My wife and I were enjoying a great day of garage selling, groceries shopping, and just being together (After my sister-inlaw living with us for two months we needed a break). We stared talking about "absolutes" and she jokingly said something to contradict me (I didn't know she was joking, but that's not an excuse). I verbally shut her down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105881257977036681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105881257977036681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_21_archive.html#105881257977036681' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105880081547496093</id><published>2003-07-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T08:21:01.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>homosexuality I've been wondering how do we deal with the issue of homosexuality as emerging ministers ? Now I have had a few friends that have been homosexuals, and I have had various conversations with them about their realationship, or lack of, with God. One friend, that I met at a gay pride festival, really felt that he could have both. And that God was pleased with him. Others reject God </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105880081547496093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105880081547496093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_21_archive.html#105880081547496093' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105868837505504668</id><published>2003-07-20T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T10:57:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finding peaceWhere do you find peace ? It seems to me that the older I get the more I need to find "peace" in a very unpeaceful l world. I think that it is quite possible that one of the main goals of the fallen one is to keep seekers from peace. This is why, when we find peace with our Creator most of life's questions become null and void. I find that when I am in His peace my small finite mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105868837505504668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105868837505504668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105868837505504668' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105856687018283325</id><published>2003-07-18T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T15:21:10.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
How I know Dr. Seuss is a postmodern
1. He liked everyone no matter if they had big ears or a elphant trunk for a nose
2. He liked to break the rules. ie. "Hop on Pop" totally goes against the system of "absolutes"
3. Further proof is bellow

 Why Computers Sometimes Crash! by Dr. Seuss.

 If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, and the bus is
 interrupted at a very last resort, and the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105856687018283325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105856687018283325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_18_archive.html#105856687018283325' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105854967500286285</id><published>2003-07-18T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T00:54:12.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the pressing questionSo what am I to do? A bible college graduate, a youth pastor/worship leader for 5+ years, a husband for 1 and a half. What am I todo Jesus ? I am glad that Jesus reads blogs. Because this ones a prayer to you, for others to see and agree. What am I todo with my life ? I wanted to start that worship team that would travel and teach, and speak, and ignite, and do alot. I still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105854967500286285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105854967500286285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_18_archive.html#105854967500286285' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105849636888691579</id><published>2003-07-17T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T21:54:02.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>must....not...give...up...must...keep...blogging...I know this is kinda weird. I mean sometime when I blog I feel like I am talking to thin air. Not that it's bad to talk to thin air. In fact I see who I really am when I read my post. But sometimes I don't want to wirte. Sometimes I would rather be in a deep coonversation with one attentive person. But you don't always get what you want, do ya ? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105849636888691579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105849636888691579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_17_archive.html#105849636888691579' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105838273661206689</id><published>2003-07-16T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T17:39:24.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes people bug me Now I don't want to be a hypocrite, but sometimes people bug the crap out of me. There is this wierd thing that's been happening the past few days. Both yesterday and I've seen people that are from my ancient past. Yesterday it was my youth leader when I was a baby christian who lives about an hour and a half away. Today I saw a friend that was there when I met Jesus for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105838273661206689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105838273661206689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_16_archive.html#105838273661206689' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105828882975480093</id><published>2003-07-15T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T10:08:18.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
dreams Ever had a dream so real that you wish you never woke up ? Ever felt like Neo in the matrix, like there is something more than what you see ? Like there is something just beyond the fabric of your reality that you can almost taste. I feel that way all the time. I feel like there is a reality that is much more real than what we touch in our everyday lives. Almost like a parallel universe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105828882975480093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105828882975480093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_15_archive.html#105828882975480093' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105819487670099509</id><published>2003-07-14T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T08:08:03.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the sacred romanceWell another one bites the dust. Just kidding. Saturday was a great day, it was cool, a little bit foggy, and you could taste His presence. This was the first time I have taught in almost a year, so I was a little nervous. But Jesus was there and it was beautiful. I am always amazed at the level of His participation in these cerimonies. I know that He is always there, but for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105819487670099509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105819487670099509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_14_archive.html#105819487670099509' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105797858766880948</id><published>2003-07-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T10:50:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is love hmmm. I wonder....I've been getting ready to marry my sister and her fiance and I wonder to myself.... what is love ? I know some of its fragrance; a soft kiss on a rainy day, a hug from any child, a word of encouragement, a deep passion for someone. I think it is pretty easy to see; fixing someones car, doing a chore that you hate, buying a rose. I feel it's foundation; a promise, a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105797858766880948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105797858766880948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_11_archive.html#105797858766880948' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105786966161959736</id><published>2003-07-10T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T10:58:30.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
wuv too wuv
Saturday is almost here. It's just three days away, just a few hours and I get to do one of my favorite things in the whole world. I get to join to people together forever. What an amazing gift from God. He is such a God of love. This is how I see it; somewhere before time began God the Father, and God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit existed. They were in perfect communion and love,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105786966161959736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105786966161959736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_10_archive.html#105786966161959736' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105784985262518131</id><published>2003-07-10T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T10:08:51.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a life of comaLast month Terry Wallis woke up after being in coma for 19 years. His story is one that stirs my thought and imagination. What would life be like if I were in his shoes. To be driving my car one day and then wake up the next day 19 years later. It gives perspective to my life. For 19 years no kisses from my wife, no hugs, no babies smiling, no nothing. Funny thing is as much as I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105784985262518131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105784985262518131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_10_archive.html#105784985262518131' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105784982368069875</id><published>2003-07-10T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T08:12:57.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fighting off sharks For sometime now I have been listeng to the famed Dr. Laura with much respect. I think that she is very right on with how to deal with most situations and I respect her care for people. She just wrote an article called fighting off sharks that gave me goosepimples. If you believe justice isn't just convicting bad people you need to read this article. Although this article is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105784982368069875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105784982368069875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_10_archive.html#105784982368069875' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105771181383310211</id><published>2003-07-08T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T09:28:52.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i've gone and dunit. after spending a week on setting up a site that I really liked. I managed to erase the whole thing off blogger. Hahahaha, im such a dork. But now I have revamped what I wanted to something that I feel reflecks me a little more. Now instead of changing the website I can finally get to blogging my life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105771181383310211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105771181383310211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_08_archive.html#105771181383310211' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512026.post-105708620293547494</id><published>2003-07-01T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T15:38:09.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who Are You ? 
I just found out I am Trinity from the Matrix. How am I gunna tell my wife ? Click on this link to find out who you are ! Let me know !!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105708620293547494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512026/posts/default/105708620293547494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypursuit.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105708620293547494' title=''/><author><name>whooty whooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17860216904907871298</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></entry></feed>
