<?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-16779570</id><updated>2011-06-20T15:49:15.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddleglum</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-614775990529249371</id><published>2007-05-02T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:41:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>It's been a really overwhelming time in my life lately.  It has been so amazing to be overwhelmed to the point that I haven't got time to think about myself.  But yet, most of the time it's been crushing when I do end up getting caught up in myself, and I feel like I just tumbled down a mountain.  Then I start to wonder why I was even up in a mountain to begin with.  Why in the world don't I learn to stick to the switch-backs and follow the paths everybody seems to be taking and bring along a bunch of friends to keep me from falling down the mountain?  In my pride I topple over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find that the mountain is beautiful, and that I'm still glad to climb it.  To be prepared to climb it, and taught how to climb it, and to see the path and the nearest peak I need to reach, makes me full of joy and love for God's will.  It doesn't make me obedient at all, but it makes me admire and love his ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obedience never comes to me, like the love or the joy.  The obedience isn't given at all, because I was created to walk away from the mountain and find a hammock and take a snooze.  Sorry for the lame analogies.  But it seems like there's no reason to be obedient if life is mine for the taking.  Who or what should I obey except what makes me content?  That's the wisest advice I can give to anybody.  But if you've found that nothing, not even yourself, can help you become content, you really begin to crave the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God provides the answer.  He doesn't give us obedience, but he provides us with a knowledge of what will make us content.  We're left with the decision to obey or not obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I hop out of the hammock and start to head towards the mountain.  I learn that obeying God gives me even more contentedness than I thought there could be.  And then when I see the mountain's beauty, I have to ask him why he's doing this.  Why can't he just give me a nicer hammock, or a jug of kool-aid, or anything to make life a little better?  He makes me climb this amazing and awesome mountain.  So, I have to decide whether or not I want to do this.  Stay in the hammock and kick-back, or else put my life in God's hands and risk everything I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I've been climbing long enough to know that it's well worth the risk, and that there are so many ways in which we have been blessed to climb the mountain.  But then I'm writing this to say that you should expect that after I get tired, I'm going to want to lay down, and think about when I'm going to head back to the hammock.  But it's much harder to come down the mountain safely then it is to climb it.  Every time I even start to climb back down, I find that I'm just falling in short bursts.  And sometimes those falls let ourselves topple all the way down to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, if you have ever thought about climbing the mountain, you should.  But if you're already climbing, you should know that we need to encourage each other, and lift each other up, and hold tight to each other.  We need to be true to the real reason we're climbing the mountain: remembering it often, and gathering up only those thoughts which will guide us up and over the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this post needs to be posted, but I hope that God gives me a less confusing way to speak from my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-614775990529249371?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/614775990529249371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=614775990529249371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/614775990529249371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/614775990529249371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2007/05/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-7198004382459031752</id><published>2007-01-23T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:06:54.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Patience</title><content type='html'>It has been a while!  Hope you're all doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work has this Bible study every Thursday during lunch, and I was finally able to make it this past Thursday.  The attendance is only about 4 people, but it's still a great group.  Sort of a sanctuary within the walls of stress of our building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the meeting the lady who organizes it asked what ideas we had for 'next time.'  So I suggested the topic of Patience.  If anybody is reading this, I'd like to know what you know about Patience, and how God has sculpted or impacted your perspective on Patience.  I have my own ideas, but I would love to hear what you all might have to say about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-7198004382459031752?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/7198004382459031752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=7198004382459031752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/7198004382459031752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/7198004382459031752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2007/01/thoughts-on-patience.html' title='Thoughts on Patience'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-114451357496014342</id><published>2006-04-08T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T09:26:16.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boasting bout tommorow</title><content type='html'>James 4:13-17:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now listen, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money."  Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow.  What is your life?  You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.  Instead, you ought to say, "If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do  this or that."  As it is, you boast and brag.  All such boasting is evil.  Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn't do it, sins.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ecclesiastes 4:13-15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Better a poor but wise youth than an old but foolish king who no longer knows how to take warning.  The youth may have come from prison to the kingship, or he may have been born in poverty within his kingdom.  I saw that all who lived and walked under the sun followed the youth, the king's successor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ecclesiasted 7:18b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The man who fears God will avoid all extremes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my morning paper, waking me up and stretching my heart and correcting my vision.  I hope you're all doing well!  Tomorrow I leave for inner-city L.A. for a week with a bunch of Jr. Highers.  Please pray that God will give us leaders some patience with them, so that the kids will know to have patience with the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to especially appreciate this trip because I've recently gotten a promotion at work.  I've been thinking, "maybe a new car would be nice, or maybe it's time to get an Xbox 360, or a flat-panel, or maybe some new clothes."  Those are basic temptations, but aren't they the most annoying kind?  I know a family or two who could benefit from any one of those things.  But there's wisdom which speaks about teaching somebody to provide for themselves instead of simply providing for them.  So I pray that God will answer my question regarding what to do with my money and my time.  Please pray for our group: that God will provide us with what we need while we're down there.  This is no easy task except that God will be with us while we're trodding along.  When Christian was on his way to the Kingdom of Heaven, did he ever stop to admire the beauty of the land?  I pray that we can be motivated and show the beauty and the awesomeness of the path to God, and that we can keep from quarrels and fights and any desire that's within us for worldly comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for perseverance!  I miss you AZ folk, and I hope you're all doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-114451357496014342?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/114451357496014342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=114451357496014342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/114451357496014342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/114451357496014342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2006/04/boasting-bout-tommorow.html' title='Boasting bout tommorow'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-114107676669536672</id><published>2006-02-27T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:46:06.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How you doin?</title><content type='html'>Listened to this song from Matisyahu on the radio today.  Immediately afterwards heard this story of a lady who's daughter is suffering from a disease which makes the stomach so irritable that it's most of the time impossible to keep down any food.  The song was really upbeat and fast and the lyrics included something like, "give yourself up and then you become whole... I come to you from the essence of my being, and I sing to my God this song of love and healing."  I was basically using my steering wheel as a snare drum and my shifter as a symbol and I was rocking out, totally pumped after trying to sing along.  And then to hear that story about the mother, where she ends the description of what has been done to try and treat the disease,  she says, "right now we're just praying for God's will with this disease, wondering why He's given us this challenge."  I was staring at the alternative radio station's frequency wondering whether I was believing what I was hearing.  And so I decided I would believe it, and then look and find out who this "Matisyahu" was, and see what he stood for, besides what I heard in his lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out, he's Jewish; and, come to find out, the radio station who put on the air the mother of the sick daughter was only one station of several which were working to provide donations for the UC Davis medical centers childrens hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty satisfied to find out both of those things, but still a little bit thrown in my mind trying to come to terms with some things.  First of all, I don't know a thing about modern Judaism.  There's a lot I can deduce about Judaism from reading the Bible, but I don't really know much at all about Judaism in the world today.  How is Matisyahu reacting to the gospel of Jesus and modern Christianity?&lt;br /&gt;So I researched and found &lt;a href="http://www.mechon-mamre.org/jewfaq/mashiach.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The word "mashiach" does not mean "savior".  The notion of an innocent, semi-divine (let alone fully divine) human being who will sacrifice himself to save us from the consequences of our own sins is a purely Christian concept that has no basis in normal Jewish thought, though it seems to have been invented or adopted by Jewish apostates in the early Church.  Unfortunately, this Christian concept has become so deeply ingrained in the English word "messiah" that this English word should probably no longer be used to refer to the Jewish concept.  Thus, we prefer to use the less familiar word "mashiach" throughout this page."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "mashiach" is also found in the lyrics of Matisyahu, whose name is the ancient Hebrew for Matthew, the singer's first-name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just some interesting thoughts roused by alternative radio.  I've been interested in hearing a lot of "this works for me; what works for you" statements going around, as if to be a member of modern society it's important to know how to answer that statement.  The other day a man asked what I was reading, and then, to my amazement, after he recalled that C.S. Lewis wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;, he continues: "I think Santana has this spiritual connection when he plays his guitar.  In the way he plays, you can see on his face -- just seems like he's connecting with God.  I love seeing how different people connect spiritually."  He didn't ask me my opinion afterwards.  He just stared off in a direction, using his hand gestures in a circular pattern to depict "the spiritual world".  Sometimes I wonder if my thoughts must look so ridiculous like his hands if ever I were to visualize them; the ridiculousness of how the thoughts are moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love must seem ridiculous to watch, but it's the real love that wonders how the other person is doing, not how the other person is connecting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-114107676669536672?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/114107676669536672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=114107676669536672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/114107676669536672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/114107676669536672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-you-doin.html' title='How you doin?'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-113952609554791211</id><published>2006-02-09T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:07:35.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today driving home from work I saw a lady climbing into a metro-bus, as if she had just got off work. She was sort of heavy-set and her blue uniform had a badge on the side that clearly represented some security outfit. It instantly reminded me of the Union Gospel Mission, which I served at last night. There I had overheard one man in line talking with a pastor about the new job he had just got. Although homeless, and living on the street, he uses the Mission as his postal address and is able to keep his job that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I recalled last night, I began remembering some of the conversations I got into. Most of them were about how beautiful the weather is right now, or if not that, then it was seeing who needed salt and pepper and punch. The people in line, aside from one particularly sarcastic dude, had come to grab a tray, and each carried with them some of the most unpleasant faces I have ever seen. It was awesome to know beforehand that when I ask "How are you doin today?", that they would, unlike my coworkers, be interested in what I would think of their day. Each one gave this gargantuan smile and knew that I had asked because I cared. The Jr. Highers that we brought followed suit and, before there was a chance to realize it, the place was already happy as could be, and it became totally natural for me to strike up a random conversation with one of them. Each one had a story to tell (true or not true), and each one had their own reason for being optomistic that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seeing that lady step into the bus, I imagined how awesome it would be to get to know her story. For what practical reason, I can't know. But from the way she walked and the way her shirt was untucked, I felt that she probably would not turn me down for a conversation: thus my dillema. Rather, my head began to write its own story about her, and I found myself picturing her family tree -- her being out on a limb, and about how she probably does a good job while she's at work. Have you ever felt out on a limb? In my experience, the only way that you stay on the limb is by grabbing other limbs, and depend on others to keep from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought of how obvious it was that homeless people would make good security guards, because they're experienced adults who would really appreciate the pay of the meager income -- plus they have street smarts. Now I've decided that I had too much coffee this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the same, I find it way too easy to live for good feelings. Serving the homeless was effective at cheering up hearts and providing food for hungry stomachs. However important both of those are, the good feeling I get from helping others tends to easily become the reason I continue to do it. In reality, Jesus doesn't ask us to love one another in order to share a cheerful heart: sometimes situations arise when there is nothing at all cheerful to share. Yet even in those moments we are asked (commanded; John 13:34) to love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do look forward to the next time we get to serve at Union Gospel Mission, and I'm glad that God blessed our group and the mission with such a cheerful night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-113952609554791211?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/113952609554791211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=113952609554791211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113952609554791211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113952609554791211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-driving-home-from-work-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-113806267362729841</id><published>2006-01-23T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T16:31:14.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday I learned that I'll be going along with the Jr. Highers for a mission trip to inner-city L.A.  Sounds weird for some people because they live right in So. Cal., but it's an amazing experience, and you would never imagine how it's possible to reach so many people in one week, unless you've been there.  It's an answer to a prayer of mine, and I'm excited for what God has in-store for the trip.. and a little anxious to visit some of the places, now that it's been almost ten years since I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things are going well with everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures from Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/100_0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/100_0534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/100_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/100_0528.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/100_0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/100_0499.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/100_0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/100_0496.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-113806267362729841?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/113806267362729841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=113806267362729841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113806267362729841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113806267362729841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-i-learned-that-ill-be-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-113142078069560667</id><published>2006-01-23T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:46:56.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is from a while ago...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness winter is here.  This morning I woke up and found a cheesey lookin shirt to wear, and then threw this nice sweater, which I wore the night before, right on top of it.  I felt like one of those russian eggs that are really just plain old eggs on the inside.. but on the outside they're fancy enough to be given kind notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted in a while because I've been rather occupied with other things.  I took a final on Saturday, which I was a bit anxious to get done with.  Finishing that class has loosened up my evenings and given me, on the whole, a lot less stress about how this semester will turn out.  Usually it's all or nothing for me; and that I finished the class and got a B gives me some hope that the rest of the semester will follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since my last post I've been struggling with my daily focus and walk with Jesus.  I had one night where I couldn't get to sleep, and my thoughts were running rivers of concern about all the different things I had going on.  That was one of the few nights when I have prayed for a rescue escape from the temptations that were bouncing in my mind.  Have any of you seen Braveheart?  The part where the bride of Mel Gibson is caught, and is tied up to a stake for execution?  The passion in that scene is what came to my mind that night.  She never begged to the enemy.  The enemy never thought much of her, and didn't really care about her.  But why then was the enemy focused on her?  She belonged to somebody who cared so much about her that he would risk his life.  Jesus risked His life, shared His life, and shed His life, for the sake of any us.  Temptations are present for everybody here on earth, but God provided us with a reason to not give into them.  Now, at a certain point in the scene, the semblance of the woman at the stake does not work with what I went through that night.  I knew that God protected me, and that even if I died that I would be with Him.  At the stake, that woman's throat was slit, and the entire movie is put into a motion of revenge afterwards.  But God already commited His Son to death, which gave the ultimate hope for all Christians: that it is literally impossible for the enemy to kill us (giving our soul to God keeps it out of reach of the Devil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the motion is already in us, and it is in us so that we might not stop when we are tempted.  Consistency is a very hard thing if you're oil and water; and it's hard because it's not meant to be that way!  Following that  night, I have been guilty of slacking off, and forgetting what God did for me that night.  Now that I'm back on the path, I'm reminded that "the longest way around is the shortest way home."  The only things that keep me on the path are God's love, and the knowledge of His promises.  This is such a rambling post, I need to sinch it off.  And go grab some dinner.  In conclusion, God is, among other things, the Protector of our thoughts and feelings.  Our part in it is to keep our thoughts and actions into the motion that His Son started for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're all doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-113142078069560667?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/113142078069560667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=113142078069560667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113142078069560667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113142078069560667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2006/01/seasons-change.html' title='Seasons change'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-113462272899349890</id><published>2005-12-14T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:59:49.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming, Christmas is coming</title><content type='html'>I have a couple finals tommorow, so if you find time, please pray that I won't get anxious about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an awesome blog: &lt;a href="http://brittondrew.blogspot.com/2005/11/critique-of-endless-criticism.html"&gt;http://brittondrew.blogspot.com/2005/11/critique-of-endless-criticism.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-113462272899349890?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/113462272899349890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=113462272899349890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113462272899349890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113462272899349890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-coming-christmas-is.html' title='Christmas is coming, Christmas is coming'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-113315190186934203</id><published>2005-11-27T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:25:08.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon</title><content type='html'>About a week ago I was starting this book called "The Weight of Glory," and I read the long introduction about the author, C.S. Lewis.   It was the sort that tries to fluff-up the author to make you a little more interested.  But even so, it especially interested me because it talked about the character of C.S. Lewis when he was in his last days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he's a smart dude, but it was interesting that in his last days, sick as a fish out of water, he was pulling a bunch of pranks on people.  Not cruel pranks or pranks that are done as a last effort to annoy the people you don't like very much: C.S. Lewis pulled the pranks in the wittiest and most selfless ways.  They were trying to cheer up the sad moments, and brighten up the dullest days.  He surrounded his nurse, who was sleeping in bed, with so many books that it filled the nurse's room up, from floor to ceiling.  When the nurse woke up, he found himself enclosed with the books and basically flipped his lid.  I just found that interesting.  And anyhow, it made me realize that it's possible to be wise and be cool at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Jr. Higher asked me recently, "Is it possible to be wise and still be cool?"  Cela told me that the Jr. Highers would naturally think I was the coolest person in the world.. so I asked him a question, "Do you think I'm cool?"  I was shocked when he goes, "Well, yeah, totally."  So then I asked, "Do you think I'm wise?"  That much I hoped for.  He goes, "Yeah."  So, I told him, "There you go.  It's possible."  And it seemed like he was content with that answer.  And I'm really content with that answer, because as the years go on he'll realize that I'm not nearly as cool or as wise as he thought.  Hopefully he'll just forget all about "cool" or "wise" and have an easier time in High School =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, there is a lot going on in my heart.  "The Weight of Glory" is such an amazing title, because who would think that Glory is heavy?  Well, I know that it's heavy because I can only hold a tiny bit of my own before it slips out of my grasp.  It's something that we're not meant to have here on earth: I don't think we're good enough to hold it.  Or at least not much of it.  Only enough so that we can give it to somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hope you all have a great day.  Read "The Weight of Glory" as a challenge sometime.  It'll show you how much God loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-113315190186934203?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/113315190186934203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=113315190186934203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113315190186934203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113315190186934203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/11/napoleon.html' title='Napoleon'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-113289698105028736</id><published>2005-11-24T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:36:21.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's an awesome Thanksgiving.  My brother came up from San Diego.  He brought this new bike with him, so we went riding this morning for about 10 miles.  I spent some time with God, and then our family took off for Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-113289698105028736?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/113289698105028736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=113289698105028736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113289698105028736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/113289698105028736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-awesome-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-112943829417586218</id><published>2005-10-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:54:15.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I started writing this a while ago and didn't know if I wanted to post it.  It's sort of boring, so I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“You see, what’s unusual here is the high mass stars normally are very rare, sort of like whales in the ocean, where as low mass stars are sort of like tuna in the ocean – there are much more of them. What is interesting here is that you definitely see the whales, because they are very bright, but you don’t see as much tuna as expected,” Nayakshin told &lt;em&gt;SPACE.com&lt;/em&gt;. “So, whatever theory you may want to build to explain the formation mechanism of these stars, you have to do it in a way that would produce much fewer low mass stars per one high mass star.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Woah, that's deep.  People say that the discoveries we find in space force us to broaden our scope of what God is capable of.  I think it's more amazing that somebody can accurately compare huge balls of gas trillions of light-years away to tuna and whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been amazed by astronomy.  I mean, "In the beginning God created the heavens and earth." -- That verse is simply too boring to be taken realistically.  Back in the day, the heavens must have been simply the little white dots that you see at night.  Today we can zoom in on some of the dots, and we find out that there's much more to the dots.  They're still mostly round, like dots, but they're colorful and they're enormous and most of them are so much larger than our own sun that they would eat up our whole solar system.  "In the beginning God created the most amazing, confusing, complexing, perfect expanse, and also the earth."  If you want to look at the impossible size, or the impossible arrangement, or the impossible complexity, or even the scariness of the universe, there's at least something about it that should bring a tingle through your spine.  And I think that tingle is important to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did scientists decide to go to such extreme measures, and why does society spend so much of its money -- simply to try observing and explaining the universe?  I don't think so.   I think they're trying to get that tingling feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in this "impossible" universe.  God gave us some commands, which are really difficult to comprehend when we think outside our Earth.  He told us to populate the earth, but He didn't really say anything about the universe.  He told us to rule over the plants and animals, but he didn't say anything about aliens or giant balls of gas.  Some other things amaze us that we are a direct part of: the making of music and art... personal expression.  We are able to amaze each other!  And there's no denying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's also no denying that we're able to appall each other.  As amazed as we are with some of the things we create, so much more powerfully destructive are some of the things we create.  Such as the nuclear bomb, or the blitzkrieg, or the colonization of Africa.  Those things have caused the exact opposite of inspiration: they have brought about unimaginable death and oppression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been thinking about that lately, and I guess that shows how incredibly susceptible I am to day-dream in class.  But the point when I stop day-dreaming is right after I make the connection between the tingling sensation, and the corruption.  I mean,  I'm not God, even in my day-dreams, and I'm unable to fathom -- much less explain -- the reason that we get a tingling sensation.  So that's when I stop.  I don't want to seek after something that might lead to harming other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've had time to think about other things, I think that we get another feeling sometimes: the feeling of being bored, or stuck in the mud.  I can't exactly explain why God decided to give us those annoying feelings; but it's interesting that when I day-dream, it's often a result of those annoying feelings.  So there's the sensation of amazement, the sensation of being bored; and the state of being good and the state of being corrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of that formula, all I can conclude is that they're related.  It's like trying to explain why people would read this entire blog.  I can explain that my writing-style and the readers interest in the topic are important, but so are the ethics of my point in the blog.  They're related, but to come up with a formula wouldn't seem helpful.  The fact is: you're reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've come to understand is that following your sensations will lead you all over.  From day-dreaming to becoming obsessive over work, or from painting the Mona Lisa to instructing soldiers to pillage a town, if you simply follow your sensations without considering the ethics of the decision, you can make some serious mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-112943829417586218?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.space.com/scienceastronomy/051013_blackhole_stars.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/112943829417586218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=112943829417586218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112943829417586218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112943829417586218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-started-writing-this-while-ago-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-112921189126746844</id><published>2005-10-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T06:58:11.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I wrote a post about the Intelligent Design v. Evolution court trial, but decided that I had a whole lot to say about it and it was a real ramble.  Normally I try to avoid thinking about that trial, because it's hard to interpret what is really going on in the trial: the media has made it into a controversy hot-house.  But one of the things I read was a quote from a professor, sitting on the stand, testifying that:&lt;blockquote&gt;"Evolution does not deny the existence of God," he said. "It's not about God. You can play the game of science and still have your religious beliefs."&lt;/blockquote&gt;And that testimony showed me something about myself.  "Evolution does not deny the existence of God," really means, "Evolution only ignores the existence of God."  A lot of times I do choose to ignore things that I don't think will work well for me.  Such as giving my opinion on this court trial.  Or researching the facts behind Evolution.  In reality, God works for the good of those who come to Him, and He will never leave them without living food and living water.  However inadequate I feel about understanding that court trial, I shouldn't hold an attitude that  I'm "above" looking into Evolution or this trial, simply because I don't feel that it would benefit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's a great morning.  Picked up a CD a couple days ago called "In the Name of Love," and I was totally blown away!  Hearing Chris Tomlin sing "Where the Streets Have No Name" got me all jazzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go so I'm not late to work.  Hope you all have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting:&lt;br /&gt;http://prayingmantis.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_prayingmantis_archive.html#112854996966439991&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-112921189126746844?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/112921189126746844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=112921189126746844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112921189126746844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112921189126746844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-night-i-wrote-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-112838848382082949</id><published>2005-10-03T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:14:43.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebrews 4:12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;For the word of God is living and active.  Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing sould and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have something to say now, when somebody asks me what is my favorite verse.  It's so fascinating that, even though our hearts get hardened now and again, there's truth in that God is able to see past that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-112838848382082949?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/112838848382082949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=112838848382082949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112838848382082949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112838848382082949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/10/hebrews-412.html' title='Hebrews 4:12'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-112786100502587111</id><published>2005-09-27T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:43:25.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Microphone</title><content type='html'>About two weeks ago I got some kind of flu, and although it only lasted a few days, I still don't feel like I'm back to my usual self.  My mornings are still great, and I can stay focused on what I'm doing pretty well.  But after noon I seem to feel tired and get headaches, and it's been really tough for my schooling.  I haven't been keeping on my homework and I feel like I've slipped behind in nearly all of my classes.  Today I have class from 5 until 10, and I honestly don't know I'm going to manage that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to organize my stuff and see if I can get some Bibleture time in before class.  I've been reading through the NT again, and I'm in John.  There is a lot of stuff in John that the other three don't get into, especially Jesus's claims to be God.  I've had some Jehovas Witnesses approach me a couple times recently, and each time they pick out a few specific verses and say, "what do you think about that verse; what's it really trying to say?"  So I've been reading through John a lot slower this time, trying to understand the full meaning behind the verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all doing well.&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-112786100502587111?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/112786100502587111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=112786100502587111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112786100502587111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112786100502587111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/09/mr-microphone.html' title='Mr. Microphone'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-112736586844785290</id><published>2005-09-21T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:11:08.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past few days I've been sick with the flu.  It seems like everybody is getting it all at the same time.  But in a way it's been nice to be at home and just take things slower.  At school I noticed that I'm actually paying attention better and being a little less anxious, and even at home I'm noticing that I'm a little bit more attentive towards the things that I usually avoid.  I've now become my cat's favorite owner... leaving her fur all over the clothes I leave out to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here's what I've been up to the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01313.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01318.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01323.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01319.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-112736586844785290?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/112736586844785290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=112736586844785290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112736586844785290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112736586844785290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-past-few-days-ive-been-sick-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-112715749141549447</id><published>2005-09-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:55:02.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I've been up to</title><content type='html'>These pictures sorta sum up what I had been up to for the few months before I moved back to Sacramento.  Life was moving really fast and these pics mean a lot to me.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first try at eating menudo.  Most of the good stuff had already been ladled out, but I was pretty hungry and this stuff certainly solved that problem...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01254.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyson and Andre just chillin at Cela's graduation&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01255.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, blowing bubbles and sucking helium: Alfred uses his masterly skills of goofing-off to produce a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01256.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desperate act to get rid of my old mattress.  (that sucker's queen-size)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01261.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat man in a little coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01270.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh looking strikingly like Wolverine - with four nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01273.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Thunder Punch taking a break from the ruthless carnage of Rec Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01284.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing his speech before the onset of a victorious campaign to beat Team Rabid Badgers.  Absolutely brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01287.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to head to class.  Post some more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few on my family trip to Texas, passing through the Grand Canyon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01296.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in awe of this figurine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01309.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always perfect at trusting God's will, and I oftentimes find myself banging my head against a wall because of it; but God really blessed me when I moved down to San Diego and I think that the decision was one of the first that really tested how much I trust Him.  These blogs are weird how you just open your lives up and give a tell-all, or tell-almost-all.  But in the least I hope that this blog helps me to communicate some things that are important to me.  And I hope that whoever you are, that you had a nice day.  Mmhmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-112715749141549447?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/112715749141549447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=112715749141549447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112715749141549447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112715749141549447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/09/stuff-ive-been-up-to.html' title='Stuff I&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-112700024374737997</id><published>2005-09-17T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:53:25.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some pics from when I took a visit to Cynthia's college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just driving down the highway and saw some Redwoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearby Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a break from rallying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fine looking hefer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/1600/DSC01222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2611/1602/320/DSC01222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-112700024374737997?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/112700024374737997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=112700024374737997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112700024374737997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112700024374737997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-pics-from-when-i-took-visit-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-112694797302441218</id><published>2005-09-17T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:38:46.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cool thing to do</title><content type='html'>C.S. Lewis writes in &lt;u&gt;Mere Christianity &lt;/u&gt;that there are many situations where it’s cool to pretend.  Like when you wake up grouchy but start pretending to be well-composed and content when you arrive at work, or even like how Bell (in a way) pretended that the Beast was actually a man when she kissed him.  And so by pretending, things start to become something that they’re not.  Suddenly you find yourself well-composed and content after a few minutes at work, or amazingly the Beast you were kissing turns out, like you pretended – use your imagination – to be a Man.  The point of those examples is that sometimes it’s cool to pretend because in those moments you realize that you haven’t much to lose in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to understand why some of my favorite movies are &lt;em&gt;The Incredibles &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Tommy Boy&lt;/em&gt;.  It’s because the fantastic become reality!  On a daily basis I can’t go around saving my family or my middle-earth or my business, but every day I am approached with moments that will totally test my faith in the things that I know are right.&lt;br /&gt;For me, though, I realized that my faith has changed so much over the years that I’ve become a totally different person.  This section was in the “Let’s Pretend” chapter of &lt;u&gt;Mere Christianity&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;“When a young man who has been going to church in a routine way honestly realizes that he does not believe in Christianity and stops going – provided he does it for honesty’s sake and not just to annoy his parents – the spirit of Christ is probably nearer to him then than it ever was before.”&lt;br /&gt;The first time I read that I must have missed it, because when I read it recently I was totally stirred from the core.  Looking into my own life, I can see how it was the act of not going to church that sort of put my faith into action; I didn’t believe that attending church was bringing me any closer to God’s kingdom, and He let me go down that route.  And it was on that route that I discovered how absolutely powerful God is, and how much grace He is capable of, and how much in need I am of fellowship!  With not much to lose, I found something new that was worth selling everything I have just to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, pretending isn’t just for kids, and it’s definitely not just a toy ;)  I wonder what the people listening to Jesus speak must have thought when He asked them, “Just pretend for a second,” before laying out some awesome parables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779570-112694797302441218?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/112694797302441218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=112694797302441218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112694797302441218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112694797302441218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/09/cool-thing-to-do.html' title='The cool thing to do'/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779570.post-112681741413595101</id><published>2005-09-15T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:15:06.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm mostly here to leave comments on other blogs.  I like hearing about other people's lives, but my own life I'm not sure has enough content for something like this.  But I'll give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading off to study before my Trigonometry test.  My order at half.com fell through, so temporarily I have to use the library texts to do my studying.  But I just have to rely on God like I did last year, not because it's the only way that I can keep focused on it, but because He's the only one that even knows where I'm going after this semester; and He's a lot more reliable than half.com, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day is going well,&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan&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/16779570-112681741413595101?l=puddyglum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/feeds/112681741413595101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16779570&amp;postID=112681741413595101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112681741413595101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779570/posts/default/112681741413595101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puddyglum.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-mostly-here-to-leave-comments-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886215659320690858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.fmwallet.com/puddicon.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
