<?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-761965204166468169</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:05:56.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>משהו בעברית</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-1033172638014334547</id><published>2010-03-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:20:48.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just for the sake of blogging...</title><content type='html'>norman wants to see the world burn...&lt;br /&gt;i've heard him say it about 30 times in the past 10 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;i on the other hand, have another wish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to build a world a home&lt;br /&gt;and furnish it with love.&lt;br /&gt;Grow apple trees and honey bees&lt;br /&gt;and snow white turtle doves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to teach the world to sing&lt;br /&gt;in perfect harmony.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold it in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;and keep it company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see the world for once&lt;br /&gt;all standing hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;And hear them echo through the hills&lt;br /&gt;for peace throughout the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the real thing&lt;br /&gt;what the world wants today,&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it'll stay&lt;br /&gt;with the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to teach the world to sing&lt;br /&gt;in perfect harmony.&lt;br /&gt;A song of peace that echoes on&lt;br /&gt;and never goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand in my hand&lt;br /&gt;let's begin today,&lt;br /&gt;With your hand in my hand&lt;br /&gt;help me find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see the world for once&lt;br /&gt;all standing hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;And hear them echo through the hills&lt;br /&gt;for peace throughout the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to teach the world to sing,&lt;br /&gt;in perfect harmony.&lt;br /&gt;A song of peace that echos on,&lt;br /&gt;and never goes away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-1033172638014334547?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1033172638014334547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2010/03/norman-wants-to-see-world-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/1033172638014334547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/1033172638014334547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2010/03/norman-wants-to-see-world-burn.html' title='just for the sake of blogging...'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-8982809471053305367</id><published>2009-10-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:50:49.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>foot naked.</title><content type='html'>tonight i walked home from campus. it was just too pretty outside to drive. and while listening to Phil Wickham i decided to take off my shoes. and i talked to God. and he talked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a "collision moment" on a footpath along highland road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"collision moments" (as i call them) are times when you feel the presence of God in an undeniable way. the name stems from Collision 08 night 2. if you were there, you know exactly what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im going to get back to my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-8982809471053305367?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8982809471053305367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/10/foot-naked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/8982809471053305367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/8982809471053305367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/10/foot-naked.html' title='foot naked.'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-6055376020019239981</id><published>2009-10-25T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:05:53.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ericforsberg.com/images/crested_butte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ericforsberg.com/images/crested_butte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;you look nice.&lt;br /&gt;i see you've lost some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why such a long hiatus you ask?&lt;br /&gt;it really just boils down to the fact that i forgot that i had a blog.&lt;br /&gt;and while pondering through something today (which is the point of this post, we'll get to it after the introduction) i thought to myself, "this would be good to blog about. i wish i had a bl... oh wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after 13 minutes of trying different passwords i finally found a winner.&lt;br /&gt;and here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, on to the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday, tnt (our bcm's weekly worship service) featured several students who participated in summer missions last summer sharing about their widely varying  experiences. i heard lots of amazing stories and was inspired in so many ways, but the thing that stuck out to me the most was an off hand comment made by Jared Kingsley. Jared spent a large part of his summer in China teaching english at a school, and at one point while he was sharing he made the statement, "it just hurt not to be able to share the gospel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember what the reason that he couldnt share was, whether by some rules or simply the language barrier, but that thought has been stuck in my head since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it just hurt not to be able to share the gospel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live in a country where i have every right, as well as every ability, to share the gospel wherever i want, whenever i want, and with whomever i choose yet so often i just let this opportunities slip by me. i ignore the subtle nudge (as well as the occasional not-so-subtle shove) of the holy spirit. i tell THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE "nah, i really need to get to class" or "i dont want to create an uncomfortable situation" or my personal favorite "it isnt necessary for me to use words because im sharing the gospel by the way i live my life"&lt;br /&gt;(i dont in any way want to hate on St. Fran, but i think this is often our favorite cop-out as Christians)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont we share our faith more?&lt;br /&gt;fear?&lt;br /&gt;pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father,&lt;br /&gt;create in us a void. a longing that drives us to share our faith. allow us to know the pain of not being able to share our faith so we will no longer take opportunities for granted. and give us the courage to act each and every time we feel your spirit lead. we love you, and we praise you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-6055376020019239981?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6055376020019239981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/10/ouch.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/6055376020019239981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/6055376020019239981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/10/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-3597494258032014606</id><published>2009-05-03T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:13:41.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii243/poe79/Mewithoutyou111111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://i266.photobucket.com/albums/ii243/poe79/Mewithoutyou111111111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Every thought a thought of You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No more thought I ought to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When there is thing we see or touch we trust it's true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Every thought a thought of You&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Every look in search of You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No need for books when we're with you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Wear a thin disguise oh like within my brother's eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Every look in search of You&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Every song in praise of You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Our darkest nights are days to You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The trees raise branches high like arms in church to grateful sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Every song in praise of You&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No one here to believe but You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Everyone else is bound to leave but You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When they swear their love is real&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;They mean "I like the way you make me feel"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No one here to believe but You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;There's no one here to believe than You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mewithoutyou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;amazing band. new album out may 19th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-3597494258032014606?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3597494258032014606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-19_03.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/3597494258032014606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/3597494258032014606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-19_03.html' title='may 19'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-8481294293244580267</id><published>2009-04-12T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:33:16.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/SeIz5bREiyI/AAAAAAAAABI/AuOgVS2HB_0/s1600-h/homeless-dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/SeIz5bREiyI/AAAAAAAAABI/AuOgVS2HB_0/s320/homeless-dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323874771170265890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this past week i had the opportunity to travel to san antonio to do some missions work with a group of students from our bcm. and it was an amazing experience, the lord truly moved.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent some time working in a soup kitchen that serves a free meal in the mornings to the people of san antonio. and when the people come for the meal they are required to sign their name so the the kitchen could keep track of how many had been served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were flipping through the pages getting a count (we served 214 meals that day) i saw something interesting. one of the people had signed their name "Jesus" in the penmenship resembling that of a third grader. whether this was a joke or if it was someone's actual name (the majority of the people we served were hispanic, so its possible) i dont know, but God brought some scripture to mind that really made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.&lt;/i&gt;–Matt. 18:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king will answer them, 'I tell you with certainty, since you did it for one of the least important of these brothers of mine, you did it for me.' - &lt;/span&gt;Matt. 25:40&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jesus was there&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we were there in his name, and serving the "least of these"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was there. in downtown san antonio. in a soup kitchen&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord for being an all powerful God who is willing to be among broken people&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amen&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-8481294293244580267?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8481294293244580267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/8481294293244580267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/8481294293244580267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus.html' title='jesus'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/SeIz5bREiyI/AAAAAAAAABI/AuOgVS2HB_0/s72-c/homeless-dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-8452872833668856750</id><published>2009-03-25T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:17:24.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kevin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theblockfm.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/k-fed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 322px;" src="http://theblockfm.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/k-fed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today God used a guy named kevin to encourage me.&lt;br /&gt;(this wasnt the actual kevin that i talked to. but what ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he happened to be sitting at the same table in the cafeteria as some friends and i, and bec and i struck up a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned that he's from mandeville, and he wants to be a bio medical engineer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we had been talking for a while he said (referring to bec and i), "ya'll must be, like, church people or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which i replied," well, what makes you say that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he responded with this," i dont know...   you can just tell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the encouragement Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-8452872833668856750?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8452872833668856750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/kevin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/8452872833668856750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/8452872833668856750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/kevin.html' title='kevin'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-2197748563594224482</id><published>2009-03-16T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:40:44.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nacken.com/images/fj439xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 314px;" src="http://nacken.com/images/fj439xl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 1:35&lt;br /&gt;"And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt if Jesus had a nice cup of coffee to sip on, or a big comfortable chair to lounge in...  but i have definitely found my desolate place this morning. my "secret place" if you will (thanks for that one Broussard). and i found it right in my very dorm room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up before the sun. its not something i normally do, but im going to try to start. Jesus did it. and im supposed to be like him. so there you go. just that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and had a fresh pot of coffee brewing with that precious aroma filling my room, giving it a smell more like a coffee shop rather than its usual locker room-esque scent. i poured myself a cup, sat down in my big comfy chair (courtesy ms. Ruth) and talked to Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so technically it isnt a desolate place, but i feel alone. not in a bad way, but nick is still passed out, and the only sounds i hear are the fan and the occasional car passing on the road outside my window. i feel like im alone with God. what a cool feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would challenge everybody that reads this to get up before the sun one day this week. it feels good, after you do it once you'll want to do it again. but just try it once. die to self. die to our desire to hit that snooze until 5 minutes before class starts (my normal morning routine). Get up early and talk with God. read th word. get your day going the right way. the way Jesus did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-2197748563594224482?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2197748563594224482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-morning.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/2197748563594224482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/2197748563594224482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-morning.html' title='good morning'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-1301532479144505959</id><published>2009-03-13T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:15:02.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comm studies chronicles: part II</title><content type='html'>welp, heres my observation for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant spell jealousy without lousy...&lt;br /&gt;so dont be lousy by being jealous.&lt;br /&gt;its one of the 10 commandments...&lt;br /&gt;God gave / will give you the things you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of a great philosopher:&lt;br /&gt;dont worry... be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now watch this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-ZN-MdOniY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-ZN-MdOniY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon peoples is amazing. not just his videos...  but really just him as a person...&lt;br /&gt;just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-1301532479144505959?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1301532479144505959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/comm-studies-chronicles-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/1301532479144505959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/1301532479144505959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/comm-studies-chronicles-part-ii.html' title='Comm studies chronicles: part II'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-8178222650880212119</id><published>2009-03-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:06:08.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting in comm studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/news/media/Joaquin-Phoenix-beard-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/news/media/Joaquin-Phoenix-beard-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could grow a beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beards are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't grow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-8178222650880212119?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8178222650880212119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/sitting-in-comm-studies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/8178222650880212119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/8178222650880212119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/sitting-in-comm-studies.html' title='sitting in comm studies'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-9061018368904565805</id><published>2009-03-05T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:32:34.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God made trees. trees are pretty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/SbCY_vaVfKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6qXWEsPVbjw/s1600-h/amazing+tree-249191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/SbCY_vaVfKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6qXWEsPVbjw/s320/amazing+tree-249191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309912181495921826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing right now? eh? or just before you read this?&lt;br /&gt;what are your plans for tomorrow? next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp, here's something to consider. this has been heavy on my heart recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 3:17 says, "And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we doing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we do in the name of Jesus? i know i'm certainly not. but im striving towards that in my daily walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this verse doesnt challenge you then there are two possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you are perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. you arent paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hint hint&lt;/span&gt;: its not number 1. (Romans 3:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen up. pay attention. do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in the name of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;its in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;its not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-9061018368904565805?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/9061018368904565805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-made-trees-trees-are-pretty.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/9061018368904565805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/9061018368904565805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-made-trees-trees-are-pretty.html' title='God made trees. trees are pretty.'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/SbCY_vaVfKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6qXWEsPVbjw/s72-c/amazing+tree-249191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761965204166468169.post-2427229202381825094</id><published>2009-03-05T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:22:16.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welp. here goes nothing.</title><content type='html'>So, I finally joined the blogger revolution. When prompted to give a name to my blog, I thought to myself, "What should the name be? Something profound, something deeply scriptural and inspiring to others. but what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking on this for quite some time (also while facebooking and demolishing a game of super stacker 2) it hit me. Something in Hebrew. Nothing is more spiritual than Hebrew words. So I proceeded to Google Hebrew translators and now I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title literally translates "Something in Hebrew"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. I'll continue later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761965204166468169-2427229202381825094?l=michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2427229202381825094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/welp-here-goes-nothing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/2427229202381825094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761965204166468169/posts/default/2427229202381825094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelmartinyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/welp-here-goes-nothing.html' title='welp. here goes nothing.'/><author><name>michaelmartinyoung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10729006814742796676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cM8BTt6F50/S6bk-8SypGI/AAAAAAAAABg/LH2mIk-bW78/S220/DSCN0350-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
