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found at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://courageandadventure.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 16, 2005 -- April 2, 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-7843275356334664450?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/7843275356334664450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=7843275356334664450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7843275356334664450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7843275356334664450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/04/blogger-is-dead.html' 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around 3000 years span the penning of this Song and my conversations with the teens, yet they are one in the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-3285045230015380312?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/3285045230015380312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=3285045230015380312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/3285045230015380312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/3285045230015380312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-12.html' title='Song 12'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-5083225473888499306</id><published>2011-03-17T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:12:05.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song 11</title><content type='html'>This song starts out by saying basically, "Where can I run from those who are against me? &amp;nbsp;Even in the mountains and shadows they will hunt me down." &amp;nbsp;(vs 2-3) &amp;nbsp;Yet even though there is no where to flee to, or no place to hide, the author/writer/psalmist turns to God and proclaims that He sees all and that it is in the Lord that he takes refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song seems like something someone affected by the Tsunami &amp;amp; Earthquake in Japan would write. &amp;nbsp;Where can you run? &amp;nbsp;Where can you hide? &amp;nbsp;It is only in the Lord that you can take refuge. &lt;br /&gt;Pray for Japan today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiny.cc/67r1q"&gt;Help Japan today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-5083225473888499306?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/5083225473888499306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=5083225473888499306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5083225473888499306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5083225473888499306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-11.html' title='Song 11'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-3335806732839192099</id><published>2011-03-16T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:25:04.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song 10</title><content type='html'>I have been that 'wicked' man.  I have said some of the things he has said.  I have done some of this things.  Thank goodness God is a god of redemption, restoration, and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;that is truth about our God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-3335806732839192099?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/3335806732839192099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=3335806732839192099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/3335806732839192099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/3335806732839192099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-10.html' title='Song 10'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-6624216971071197620</id><published>2011-03-15T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:14:09.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song 9</title><content type='html'>The Lord is known by his justice - vs 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some questions to think about:&lt;br /&gt;Can there be love without justice?&lt;br /&gt;Can there be justice without love?&lt;br /&gt;What does God's justice look like in this Psalm?&lt;br /&gt;What feelings do you find in knowing that God is just?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-6624216971071197620?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/6624216971071197620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=6624216971071197620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6624216971071197620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6624216971071197620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-9.html' title='Song 9'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-5504351050340513980</id><published>2011-03-12T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:10:37.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Lyric 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="style2" style="color: #552b2b; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mercy, detached from Justice, grows unmerciful.-- CS Lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is a just God. &amp;nbsp;This does not mean he is not merciful. &amp;nbsp;I think often we Christians, especially those of us in the evangelical camp, like to downplay the justice of God and overplay the mercy of God. &amp;nbsp;Psalm 7 reminds us that God judges, he searches minds, hearts and motives. &amp;nbsp;The psalmist, humbly and boldly, ask God to judge and to protect the righteous. &amp;nbsp;This is all because the God that we serve, the God of the Old and New Testament is a righteous God. &amp;nbsp;He is right and just. &amp;nbsp;*I heard that righteousness used to be spelled rightwiseness. &amp;nbsp;That gives a good picture of the word.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that are doing the Psalm a day (Epoch &amp;amp; Focus). &amp;nbsp;Keep your eyes peeled for mercy and justice in the Psalms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-5504351050340513980?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/5504351050340513980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=5504351050340513980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5504351050340513980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5504351050340513980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-lyric-7.html' title='Song Lyric 7'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-7501916687226526961</id><published>2011-03-12T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:25:50.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Lyric 6</title><content type='html'>Poetical Insight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that are taking part in the Psalm a Day, I thought I would share with you an aspect of Hebrew poetry. &amp;nbsp;One of the more common poetical uses is what is called Synonymous parallelism. &amp;nbsp;The Psalmist will say something in the first line, and then he will say the same thing in line two, just using different words. &amp;nbsp;This was very common in Hebrew poetry and is part of the poetry that translates through language barriers. &amp;nbsp;Psalm 6 uses this. &amp;nbsp;For example, starting in verse one,&lt;br /&gt;"O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; or discipline me in your wrather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or again in verse 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, and 10. &amp;nbsp;So basically the whole song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-7501916687226526961?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/7501916687226526961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=7501916687226526961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7501916687226526961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7501916687226526961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-lyric-6.html' title='Song Lyric 6'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-5269024637583890515</id><published>2011-03-11T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:56:18.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Lyric 5</title><content type='html'>Psalm 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Surely, LORD, you bless the righteous;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you surround them with your favor as with a shield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;There is the shield imagery again. &amp;nbsp;In the middle east at this time the Israelites were very, very familiar with warfare. &amp;nbsp;God's protection is often described as being like a shield. &amp;nbsp;The epitome of defense and protection. &amp;nbsp;Without your shield you were vulnerable, open for more wounding. &amp;nbsp;Throughout the Psalms there is a clear distinction between the righteous and the wicked. &amp;nbsp;There is much comfort for the former. &amp;nbsp;God's gracious kindness surrounds those like a shield, all encompassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-5269024637583890515?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/5269024637583890515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=5269024637583890515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5269024637583890515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5269024637583890515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-lyric-5.html' title='Song Lyric 5'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-7527484911824235556</id><published>2011-03-10T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:02:30.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw Emotions</title><content type='html'>Psalm 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Psalm starts off with a phrase that I don't think I've ever said to God, yet the writer does not shy away from his true deep emotions.&lt;br /&gt;"Answer me when I call to you, O my righteous God. &amp;nbsp;Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is a God who is big enough to handle our deepest emotions, the ones that may scare even us. &amp;nbsp;It is interesting that the writer does however, still address God with respect as, 'O my righteous God.' &amp;nbsp;I think this is important for us to remember, that even in our darkest moments when all seems to be against us, we can turn to God and question him, but it should not be out of a hate or arrogance. &amp;nbsp;What kind of God would he be if he did not allow us to respectfully question him but expected blindfolded fear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-7527484911824235556?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/7527484911824235556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=7527484911824235556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7527484911824235556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7527484911824235556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/raw-emotions.html' title='Raw Emotions'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-2519391296327890707</id><published>2011-03-08T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T10:55:12.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shield Around Me.   (Song Lyric 3)</title><content type='html'>Psalm 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture that is drawn in my mind when I read the phrase, "You, O Lord, are a shield around me." is quite beautiful. &amp;nbsp;I imagine this highly explosive action film where the main character, me, is running from some bad guys that are shooting at him. &amp;nbsp;(and probably shooting like 100 times without reloading, cause that is how movies are. &amp;nbsp;The time I was shot at, the guy had to reload after 6.) &amp;nbsp;But running with me is a hulk of a man with muscles in his teeth and he is completely blocking the sight line of the enemy. &amp;nbsp;He is taking the full brunt of the lead. &amp;nbsp;And then when we reach out destination, I sleep and rest, while he stays vigilant. &lt;br /&gt;What a picture of God. &amp;nbsp;Rescuing, protecting, and delivering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-2519391296327890707?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/2519391296327890707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=2519391296327890707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2519391296327890707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2519391296327890707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/shield-around-me-song-lyric-3.html' title='A Shield Around Me.   (Song Lyric 3)'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-5891252146924357863</id><published>2011-03-07T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:43:34.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Lyric 2 (Psalm 2 of POTD)</title><content type='html'>Psalm 2:&lt;br /&gt;I'm struck by the supremacy of God. &amp;nbsp;Things do not go unnoticed by God.&lt;br /&gt;I also found it interesting that the command is to 'Kiss the Son' in verse 12. &amp;nbsp;The footnote said that in the Near East a kiss doubled as a sign of submission. &amp;nbsp;The 'Son' is referring to the King in this passage, which makes sense to the person reading it, since they are commanded to take refuge in the King. &amp;nbsp;However, we can claim this verse as truth about Jesus because of what we know about him from the New Testament. &amp;nbsp;The writer was not writing about Jesus, but God, who ordained this book, knows his own plan and I believe the fact that many things written in the Psalms seem to be experiences from Jesus life, or truths about Jesus is not by chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-5891252146924357863?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/5891252146924357863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=5891252146924357863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5891252146924357863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5891252146924357863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-lyric-2-psalm-2-of-potd.html' title='Song Lyric 2 (Psalm 2 of POTD)'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-1702272861193170663</id><published>2011-02-22T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T00:49:50.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Injustice</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePBH8Y-6P24/TWNFJF2deAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Va9lyETcxj4/s1600/sudanstarving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePBH8Y-6P24/TWNFJF2deAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Va9lyETcxj4/s640/sudanstarving.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A well fed Sudanese man steals maize from a starving child at a food drop off. &amp;nbsp;1998&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This photo stirs me. Stirs emotions. &amp;nbsp;Stirs something deep. &amp;nbsp;Some see this and injustice in the world as proof that God does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This demands justice. &amp;nbsp;Was it the way that I was raised, or is it something deep inside me that screams for justice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, The Christian God has a plan for redemption and justice for this and the rest of life. &amp;nbsp;Until that day of complete restoration, we must bring 'heaven to earth' in situations like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-1702272861193170663?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/1702272861193170663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=1702272861193170663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/1702272861193170663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/1702272861193170663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/02/injustice.html' title='Injustice'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePBH8Y-6P24/TWNFJF2deAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Va9lyETcxj4/s72-c/sudanstarving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-5423911087573319010</id><published>2011-02-12T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:40:35.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection!     ?     .     !</title><content type='html'>Been doing a lot of reading on the Resurrection of Jesus, the keystone of Christian faith. &amp;nbsp;Remove the keystone and everything crumbles. &amp;nbsp;I'm looking for some of the best refutations to the resurrection. &amp;nbsp;Feel free to post anonymously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-5423911087573319010?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/5423911087573319010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=5423911087573319010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5423911087573319010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/5423911087573319010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/02/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection!     ?     .     !'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-6984174370823524336</id><published>2011-02-07T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:00:39.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to tell a story in two minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/SKL254Y_jtc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKL254Y_jtc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKL254Y_jtc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-6984174370823524336?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/6984174370823524336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=6984174370823524336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6984174370823524336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6984174370823524336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-tell-story-in-two-minutes.html' title='How to tell a story in two minutes.'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-4778265083707380330</id><published>2011-02-03T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:04:51.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Stirs me toward love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TUrf5dQ3PCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ESoZBs0Ol7c/s1600/2gvcl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TUrf5dQ3PCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ESoZBs0Ol7c/s640/2gvcl.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Egyptian Christians protecting Egyptian Muslims while they pray. &amp;nbsp;This is loving your neighbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-4778265083707380330?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/4778265083707380330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=4778265083707380330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/4778265083707380330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/4778265083707380330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-stirs-me-toward-love.html' title='This Stirs me toward love.'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TUrf5dQ3PCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ESoZBs0Ol7c/s72-c/2gvcl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-7260554335197543258</id><published>2011-01-29T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:23:56.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Moment of My Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TUOj3RhoqcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/I1ylW3jdMgk/s400/ce3357db11c163222359.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TUOj3y8qC6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jQlD-oUgECE/s1600/e0bfe7db11c17111d1be.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TUOj3y8qC6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/jQlD-oUgECE/s400/e0bfe7db11c17111d1be.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No captions needed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-7260554335197543258?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/7260554335197543258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=7260554335197543258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7260554335197543258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7260554335197543258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-moment-of-my-life.html' title='Best Moment of My Life!'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TUOj3HnYdOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tfoksmW7D5k/s72-c/c73c37db11c162e925c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-8370460812930332505</id><published>2011-01-25T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:24:44.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So my wife leads a small group...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TT-TqJ6e-eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QFXgYKdg5OM/s1600/fall++942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TT-TqJ6e-eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QFXgYKdg5OM/s640/fall++942.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kaptain Kami &amp;amp; the Crew&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-8370460812930332505?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/8370460812930332505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=8370460812930332505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8370460812930332505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8370460812930332505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-my-wife-leads-small-group.html' title='So my wife leads a small group...'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TT-TqJ6e-eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QFXgYKdg5OM/s72-c/fall++942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-6609351000906851234</id><published>2011-01-23T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:12:57.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently -15 Outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TTz7kiqAVbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Y6D-FMPFEzw/s1600/fall%2B%2B942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TTz7kiqAVbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Y6D-FMPFEzw/s640/fall%2B%2B942.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, I miss this...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-6609351000906851234?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/6609351000906851234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=6609351000906851234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6609351000906851234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6609351000906851234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/01/currently-15-outside_23.html' title='Currently -15 Outside...'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/TTz7kiqAVbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Y6D-FMPFEzw/s72-c/fall%2B%2B942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-1946231340820860551</id><published>2011-01-22T00:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:33:01.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retributive vs Distributive</title><content type='html'>Another paradox?  It seems that God presents many paradoxes; love and justice, all-knowing yet free will, retributive justice and distributive justice, choosing second borns over first borns, choosing barren women to carry out his Abahamic promises.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been struck lately by the many instances of distributive and retributive justice in the bible.  It seems that I can not nicely place God into one particular box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-1946231340820860551?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/1946231340820860551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=1946231340820860551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/1946231340820860551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/1946231340820860551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2011/01/retributive-vs-distributive.html' title='Retributive vs Distributive'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-4902326245954705587</id><published>2010-05-04T16:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:21:40.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1.833em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.611em; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, Georgia, serif; font-size: 1.286em; line-height: 1.222em; "&gt;To Risk&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.&lt;br /&gt;To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;To reach out is to risk involvement,&lt;br /&gt;To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.&lt;br /&gt;To place your ideas and&lt;br /&gt;dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk not being loved in return,&lt;br /&gt;To live is to risk dying,&lt;br /&gt;To hope is to risk despair,&lt;br /&gt;To try is to risk failure.&lt;br /&gt;But risks must be taken because&lt;br /&gt;the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The person who risks nothing, does nothing,&lt;br /&gt;has nothing, is nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;– William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-4902326245954705587?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/4902326245954705587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=4902326245954705587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/4902326245954705587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/4902326245954705587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-risk-to-laugh-is-to-risk-appearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-5846057547009686464</id><published>2009-06-05T10:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:06:42.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Uses of Toilet Paper:  part 1</title><content type='html'>Adorning my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-5846057547009686464?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-6171212196914002929</id><published>2009-05-27T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:08:40.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing from God</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I expect to hear God's voice, expect him to talk to me and I want it to be easy.  Require nothing from me.  Just like hearing a passing car.  It takes no energy at all.  Perhaps that is my problem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-6171212196914002929?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/6171212196914002929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=6171212196914002929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6171212196914002929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6171212196914002929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2009/05/hearing-from-god.html' title='Hearing from God'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-8462954384856369886</id><published>2009-05-26T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:35:49.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feral Adults</title><content type='html'>Feral children struggle with language, socializing, clothing, personal hygiene, emotions, and generally adapting to society.  Some, upon re-entry, slowly adapt, but not without lifelong problems.  Some never are able to completely re-enter into society.  All this because of isolation from normal human interaction.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens when normal adults are isolated from the hurt, hardships and suffering of a large portion of the world?  I believe we run the risk of developing into feral adults, unable to, or very slowly learning how to relate, adapt, and interact with those that are under such terrible circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-8462954384856369886?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/8462954384856369886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=8462954384856369886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8462954384856369886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8462954384856369886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2009/05/feral-adults.html' title='Feral Adults'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-7591053853182345292</id><published>2009-05-19T13:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:26:16.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing life with special people:friends</title><content type='html'>I've found a community.  A group of people, old and young, who interact with profound intensity and intimacy.  We share thoughts, feelings, ideas and sentiments.  We look out for each other. We are brutally honest with each other.  Sadly, this is not common in North America.  So I extend an invitation to come and join us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-7591053853182345292?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/7591053853182345292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=7591053853182345292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7591053853182345292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7591053853182345292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2009/05/doing-life-with-special-peoplefriends.html' title='Doing life with special people:friends'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-7179411583654658517</id><published>2007-11-27T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:59:44.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you know what someone needs, it does not mean that you love them.  But if you love someone, then you know what they need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-7179411583654658517?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/7179411583654658517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=7179411583654658517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7179411583654658517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/7179411583654658517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-you-know-what-someone-needs-it-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-2521433746788486829</id><published>2007-11-13T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:15:47.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So a pirate walks into a bar, sits down and orders a drink.  The bartender can't help but notice that the pirate has a rather large steering wheel from a ship in his pants.  Curious, he gives the pirate his drink and says "Do you know you have a steering wheel down your pants.  The Pirate looks at the bartender and replies "Arrg me know, it drives me nuts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of driving me nuts, lets talk about church signs...potentially the best way ever discovered to share the story of God and his love and grace with people, even better than just having relationships with people.  &lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorites include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart isn't the only saving place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's web pages is never down when accessed by prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has myspace reserved in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church is heir conditioned--it's cool to be a child of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be a good egg forever--you must hatch or go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowmen fall from heaven unassembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you have to be kidding me.  These are short, catchy, and really cheesy.  Are people turning in droves to visit the church that is clever enough to make faith seem cute.  I actually found a book, titled '701 Sentence Sermons:  Attention Getting Quotes for Church Signs......VOLUME 3'   Why was this successful enough to make at least three volumes?  And even more sadly is this is just brushing the surfuce of misdirected efforts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-2521433746788486829?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/2521433746788486829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=2521433746788486829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2521433746788486829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2521433746788486829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-pirate-walks-into-bar-sits-down-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-9159624473214046950</id><published>2007-11-08T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:35:47.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is This Time For?</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how much my perspective has changed when instead of asking "What time is it?", I now am asking "What is this time for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--thought from 'The Rest of God' by Mark Buchanan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-9159624473214046950?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/9159624473214046950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=9159624473214046950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/9159624473214046950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/9159624473214046950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-this-time-for.html' title='What Is This Time For?'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-2941162910818610883</id><published>2007-11-06T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:05:58.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God didn't send us a doctrine to learn, or a religion to live, or a philosophy to debate...He sent us a brother to love, a madman to trust, a servant to serve and a mystery to embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-2941162910818610883?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/2941162910818610883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=2941162910818610883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2941162910818610883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2941162910818610883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-didnt-send-us-doctrine-to-learn-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-8709459228480407594</id><published>2007-07-24T09:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:41:52.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prophets yell because&lt;br /&gt;their hearts are on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they scream at the world&lt;br /&gt;trying to wake us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;after all,&lt;br /&gt;God is in their throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-stephen james&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-8709459228480407594?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/8709459228480407594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=8709459228480407594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8709459228480407594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8709459228480407594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/07/prophets-yell-because-their-hearts-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-2163354962638737492</id><published>2007-04-11T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:41:16.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A woman's heart should be so close to God that a man has to seek God to find it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm hmmm.   that is all i have to say about that.  Well actually all someone else had to say about that, but I'm not really sure who said it.  Probably that Anonymous guy, he says a lot of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-2163354962638737492?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/2163354962638737492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=2163354962638737492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2163354962638737492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2163354962638737492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/04/womans-heart-should-be-so-close-to-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-1990850587940662313</id><published>2007-03-19T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:17:37.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God in the dying</title><content type='html'>I often wonder, "Where is God in places like Rwanda, Sudan, Concentration camps, the slums?  Why is he not there?" Then I remember that God resides in His temple... which now is me and I understand why God may not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be there. . . because here I sit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-1990850587940662313?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/1990850587940662313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=1990850587940662313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/1990850587940662313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/1990850587940662313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-in-dying.html' title='God in the dying'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-6433630495854510262</id><published>2007-02-18T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:00:33.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodness to the world</title><content type='html'>Jesus, when dealing with evil in people's lives would focus on calling them toward something rather than away from something.  Instead of blatantly pointing out obvious errors (sins) he would rather show them how life could be.  This was how he brought out the goodness in each person and in turn brought goodness to the world.  That is another reason why so many people were initially attracted to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-6433630495854510262?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/6433630495854510262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=6433630495854510262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6433630495854510262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6433630495854510262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodness-to-world.html' title='goodness to the world'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-2199260402381772602</id><published>2007-02-14T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:03:51.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>politics, peacemaking and war</title><content type='html'>first of all, I'm sorry for those whose hopes i let down on the title and the potential for wonderful alliteration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the two sides of the coin are not always all the options.  maybe we get caught up on thinking we know what is right and what is wrong and we miss out on the liberating, life giving, and better (screwed the alliteration again:) way...the third way.  I am starting to see how Jesus and his teachings often presented this third way.  A way to not vehemently oppose or support such radical, what seems 'black and white' issues that faced the people in that day.  The third way was often the way to expose the evil while still allowing room for the evil to turn.  A most difficult way which seems to be rooted in a deep love and respect for humanity, all humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-2199260402381772602?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/2199260402381772602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=2199260402381772602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2199260402381772602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/2199260402381772602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/02/politics-peacemaking-and-war.html' title='politics, peacemaking and war'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-767781919483426748</id><published>2007-02-02T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:02:32.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder?!</title><content type='html'>perhaps the greatest power next to love.  for wonder prompts worship.  and we were created for worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff your eyes with wonder ... live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. -- Ray Bradbury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-767781919483426748?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/767781919483426748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=767781919483426748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/767781919483426748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/767781919483426748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/02/wonder.html' title='wonder?!'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-6935053286410416612</id><published>2007-01-29T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:31:23.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some 'Christians' 'goal' in life is to persuade people to believe in Christ.  That wasn't Jesus' aim and should not be ours.  Our purpose should be to bring 'Shalom' (peace, restoration, wholeness) because of Christ to people.  AND it is only through Christ that Shalom can come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-6935053286410416612?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/6935053286410416612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=6935053286410416612' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6935053286410416612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/6935053286410416612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-christians-goal-in-life-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-104938755088165436</id><published>2007-01-21T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:17:01.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stillness</title><content type='html'>There are time in my life when 'life' seems to make the most sense.  It seems that everything is clear, I think clearly, can make the wisest decisions and my purpose and meaning is crystal clear.  Those moments are usually late at night before I go to sleep, during long car rides by myself and after times of worship.  The one thing that all three of these have in common is stillness.  I am consciously aware that I am in God's presence and I am still.  I have discovered that there is something deep to stillness, something intimate.  Be still and know that he is God.  I have found that to be true.  It is in those moments that I truly know, down to my core, and when you know that He is God, life makes sense.  It is difficult to describe, but stillness will do a better description than I could ever do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-104938755088165436?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/104938755088165436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=104938755088165436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/104938755088165436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/104938755088165436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/01/stillness.html' title='stillness'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-8546035063097979641</id><published>2007-01-07T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:53:02.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Clay Pots</title><content type='html'>We are described as clay pots, simple, maybe even oddly shaped or cracked clay pots.  And in those clay pots is placed the most valuable treasure in all the world.  It isn't placed in a well guarded vault, or in some tightly locked chest and buried under a thousand feet of dirt.  And on top of that, this treasure is also the power of God. . . . . . . . the power of God. . . . . .the Power of God!   IN CLAY POTS!  It seems ridiculous.  Absurd.  Ludicrous.  But that is the way for others to experience this treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is blown once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-8546035063097979641?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/8546035063097979641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=8546035063097979641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8546035063097979641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8546035063097979641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/01/simple-clay-pots.html' title='Simple Clay Pots'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-8462570559850809124</id><published>2007-01-02T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:24:54.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacredness of the Kiss</title><content type='html'>Last night I sat down to study and on the Television were some Will Farrel SNL skits.  In one skit him and Chris Kattan kiss, (a rather long and messy one).  My random brain began to think about 'a kiss' and what it means.  It seems that our culture is beginning to lose the sacredness of a kiss.  While the skit was purely for laugh I realized that to a lot of westerners, a kiss is now just a kiss, almost like a brown paper bag is just a brown paper bag.  When I lived in Central Asia, men and women that were friends greeted each other with a kiss.  It is a sign of affection, and as awkward as it sounds, there was a specialness that the kiss brought.  It showed trust and endearment.  I feel that when we just give the kiss away, like our culture has saturated us with, it loses most meaning and might as well be a handshake.  There will be meaning in my kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, I like kissing and I'm probably not going to kiss you.......unless.  .  .  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-8462570559850809124?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/8462570559850809124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=8462570559850809124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8462570559850809124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/8462570559850809124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2007/01/sacredness-of-kiss.html' title='Sacredness of the Kiss'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-972675615336660605</id><published>2006-12-29T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:34:46.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The war in Iraq has me wrestling with my faith and my response.  The Christians in Iraq are saying they do not want America fighting and bombing them.  They say they live by another law, the law of blessed are the peacemakers, blessed are those who love their brother and their enemy.  How can bombs and guns be the agent of justice that God has chosen.  Didn't Jesus baffle all of us by conquering with the utmost sacrifice of love.  Yet in life, are there things that we must stand up for and fight for.  If a man comes to your door to kill you and your family, what action should be taken?  Even if I stop fighting, others will continue to.  Does that mean I must fight?  Where is love?  How does love fit into this?  I no longer see my loyalty to my country of utmost importance.  (Continue reading before you scream treason).  I value the life of an Iraqi man as much as I value an American man.  My brother is Rashid in Central Asia, Bill down the street, and Wong in the east.  They are my family, because of spiritual ties.  And my family is my first loyalty.  My country is composed of my neighbors, and who is my neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-972675615336660605?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/972675615336660605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=972675615336660605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/972675615336660605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/972675615336660605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/12/love.html' title='LoVe?'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116719558286144531</id><published>2006-12-26T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:59:42.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite quote</title><content type='html'>Never doubt that a small group of people can change the world, when in fact it is the only thing that ever has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I forget so we'll just call them anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116719558286144531?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116719558286144531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116719558286144531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116719558286144531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116719558286144531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-favorite-quote.html' title='My favorite quote'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116553802720835429</id><published>2006-12-07T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:33:47.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You guys are all into that born again thing, which is great.  We do need to be born again, since Jesus said that to a guy named Nicodemus.  But if you tell me I have to be born again to enter the kingdom of God, I can tell you that you have to sell everything you have and give it to the poor, because Jesus said that to one guy too..."   ---Rich Mullins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116553802720835429?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116553802720835429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116553802720835429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116553802720835429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116553802720835429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-guys-are-all-into-that-born-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116441263985008161</id><published>2006-11-24T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:57:19.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling important....?</title><content type='html'>If we were to transport our most powerful telescope to our nearest neighboring star, Alpha Centauri, and look back this way.  We wouldn't even be able to see earth, not even a speck.--Philip Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that God is god and I am man, and there is a big difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116441263985008161?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116441263985008161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116441263985008161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116441263985008161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116441263985008161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-important.html' title='Feeling important....?'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116425268866113261</id><published>2006-11-22T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:31:28.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes contemplating life is like watching a parade that just consists of one large marching band.  Except every time they walk past you they turn the corner, change their clothes and come back around again, and again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116425268866113261?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116425268866113261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116425268866113261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116425268866113261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116425268866113261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-contemplating-life-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116373453141297275</id><published>2006-11-16T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:35:31.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before man.  Buried underneath like a deep mystery.  Before the dawn of time.  Unknown to most and invented by no one.  The &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth.  Mysterious and shadowy to human knowledge.  Only uncovered by few, yet written in unchangeable stone iwth blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that lasts forever.  Here in what seems like darkness is actually flooded with light, the secrets to life.  So easy to find and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand when you are looking for them.  Yet completely counter to all that man has substituted in their place.  One would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think that if uncovered and revealed they would be heralded and cherished.  Not So!  Man has been 'without' them for so long, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've written their own secrets.  Almost complete opposites.  This treasure does not fit the mold and is thrown out like trast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116373453141297275?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116373453141297275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116373453141297275' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116373453141297275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116373453141297275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116310643299013917</id><published>2006-11-09T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:07:13.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love...the most powerful force on the earth.  Love can not be beaten.  When you kill love, it rises again to continue to love.  It never stops.  When power is on the rise, love is in the shadows, faithfully serving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Martin Luther King Jr. said "If you beat us, we will love you!  If you jail us, we will love you!  If you kill us, we will die loving you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116310643299013917?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116310643299013917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116310643299013917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116310643299013917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116310643299013917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/11/love.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116304954995350910</id><published>2006-11-09T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:19:09.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He who thinks that he is finished is finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116304954995350910?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116304954995350910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116304954995350910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116304954995350910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116304954995350910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-who-thinks-that-he-is-finished-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116252193656149991</id><published>2006-11-02T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:45:36.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazurus</title><content type='html'>What would you do to threaten Lazurus after he was raised from the dead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna kill you..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he would have just laughed at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you frighten someone who has already been there and knows the one who is going to let him out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lazurus death is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Ravi Z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116252193656149991?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116252193656149991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116252193656149991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116252193656149991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116252193656149991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/11/lazurus.html' title='Lazurus'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116231266165766519</id><published>2006-10-31T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:37:41.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/400/halloween.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/17921384-116231266165766519?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116231266165766519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116231266165766519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116231266165766519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116231266165766519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116162401627143191</id><published>2006-10-23T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:20:16.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short thought (cause sometimes we write too much and spoil it)</title><content type='html'>Every moment of everyday we are becoming something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116162401627143191?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116162401627143191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116162401627143191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116162401627143191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116162401627143191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/10/short-thought-cause-sometimes-we-write.html' title='Short thought (cause sometimes we write too much and spoil it)'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116139347230037293</id><published>2006-10-20T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:17:52.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am loved...i love...</title><content type='html'>love.  it's the root of humanity.  In action it is the most awe inspiring view on planet earth, far surpassing the giant mountains and rushing torrents of water that so capture our awe and take our breath away.  i would give up traveling the earth and seeing all of God's creation to witness acts of love in their simplest and purest form.  and it is this that sets us apart from all the rest of creation.  animals have their moments, where they care and almost see to show affection.  but humans, we have unlimited creativity, unbridled passion, and indescribable feelings that drive us to wild and at times irrational displays of our love.  we can choose to love unconditionally, through the hellish times of life, with a force that no creature can duplicate.  and yet through all of this, it still remains a mystery.  who can wrap their head around the way that a man pursues the love of his life that has captivated him.    the longings to be with one person, one special soul mate, for all the rest of time.  how is this explained and where else is this found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside of me, there is this desire to be loved and to love, and all that love entails; trust, honesty, humility, intimacy, openness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that says, 'you are safe' and something inside of me that lets me know this is not just a hopeless dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a god that loves me, that mystifies me, makes my heart beat fast and know it's safe.&lt;br /&gt;and out there, there is a girl, one who i will love with all that i was created to love with.  she will know she is safe, she has found one to trust, one who will unconditionally and passionately love...because i am loved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116139347230037293?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116139347230037293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116139347230037293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116139347230037293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116139347230037293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-lovedi-love.html' title='i am loved...i love...'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116112015858204169</id><published>2006-10-17T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:22:38.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW JOB: Day One</title><content type='html'>So first day on the new job and there I stood guarding fragments of the dead sea scrolls.  I believe it was a sign, although I'm not sure what the sign was, perhaps I need to convert to Judaism...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116112015858204169?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116112015858204169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116112015858204169' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116112015858204169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116112015858204169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-job-day-one.html' title='NEW JOB: Day One'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116097176146943354</id><published>2006-10-16T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:09:21.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People expect too much from speaking and too little from silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116097176146943354?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116097176146943354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116097176146943354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116097176146943354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116097176146943354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/10/people-expect-too-much-from-speaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116059041253461745</id><published>2006-10-11T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:13:32.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God in the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/im2VXI6EY0c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/im2VXI6EY0c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116059041253461745?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116059041253461745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116059041253461745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116059041253461745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116059041253461745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-in-storm.html' title='God in the Storm'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-116027797101996090</id><published>2006-10-07T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:26:12.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinity Part Deux (That means two)</title><content type='html'>God Among Us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part of the trinity that seems to be understood and perhaps emphasized (sometimes overemphasized by Evangelicals) the most.  When people think of Christianity they think of God among us, or Jesus Christ, God become flesh.  When you have those moments in life when things are the most clear and you stop and think about the implications of God among us, it is truly astounding and mind blowing.  This is the thing that good stories and movies want to happen; a deity coming to live beside us, to interact with us, share life with us.  And this is what did happen, God came to live among us, eat with us, face our problems first hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flesh wearing part of the trinity is what makes it possible for us to commune with the God above us.  Job, in his self titled book, alludes to this when he says he wishes there was one to take up and plead his case before the Father.  That cry has been heard and now God among us makes this possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God among us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-116027797101996090?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/116027797101996090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=116027797101996090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116027797101996090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/116027797101996090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/10/trinity-part-deux-that-means-two.html' title='Trinity Part Deux (That means two)'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-115993247870482842</id><published>2006-10-03T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:27:58.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinity: Part 1</title><content type='html'>God Above Us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trinity is one of the most difficult ideas to wrap our heads around (my feeling).  Yet if we were to understand it fully would God cease to be God?  3 diViNE beiNgs, one God, no hierarchy, different roles, yet so intricately woven together that they cannot be separated, confusing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As shaky and foundational this belief is we do see clear pictures of it throughout the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God above us, the Father, the Almight maker of heaven and earth.  In Job we see an incredible picture of the wonder, awe, amazing, God who controls all things and knows all.  God responds to Job's questions from out of the eye of the storm.  That alone is incredible, but the things he says...blows my mind and leaves me in complete awe, remembering that I am man and God is God. That is a deep truth that has a lot to be unpacked.  There are many things, many many things, like Job, that I don't understand.  And I'm okay with that, as long as I recognize my place, my place is as man, not God.  There are some things in this life that I will not figure out, that will not make sense and will leave me befuddled if I dwell on them too long.  Then I remember that God is God and if he does what he says he does in Job chapters 38-42 then I have nothing to worry about, for I am man and God is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God above us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-115993247870482842?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/115993247870482842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=115993247870482842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115993247870482842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115993247870482842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/10/trinity-part-1.html' title='Trinity: Part 1'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-115923664778149533</id><published>2006-09-25T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:10:47.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinitarian Centered</title><content type='html'>Some Churches today seem to focus soley on Jesus, the Holy Spirit or just God.  I've found it rare to enter into a church that has a holistic view.  One that (and I borrow from Christian Schwartz), "is Christ Centered, stressing the absolute claims of Jesus, and inviting people to find a personal relationship with him, and living in the power of the Holy Spirit, not only teaching about, but experiencing the supernatural dimension of our faith, and all of this based on principles that God has revealed to us in creation that we share with nonbelievers, which include striving for hte preservation of creation, social justice, human rights, and peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the balance we have to have.  From what I have seen, most churches nail the JESUS aspect on the head, touch on the GOD, and hint at the Holy Spirit.  Jesus by himself is not complete.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm applying this to the way I live, so if and when I do minister to others, my life will reflect this trinitarian balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-115923664778149533?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/115923664778149533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=115923664778149533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115923664778149533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115923664778149533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/09/trinitarian-centered.html' title='Trinitarian Centered'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-115773642836154011</id><published>2006-09-08T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:27:08.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter?</title><content type='html'>Perhaps we should change all of our exit signs in our church buildings to enter signs. It is out there, "in the real world" as our parents like to say that life happens. I think the reason those signs were put up was because we were spending too much time inside and so we had to let everyone know where the exits were at. If we could just reverse that so that we are spending so much time "in the real world", among the poor, feeding the hungry, fixing our neighbors car because they can't afford it, befriending those whom the 'real world' shuns. Then maybe when we 'entered' or now 'exited' our faith would have meaning and wouldn't be just a 'burnt offering (Hosea 6:6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to Enter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-115773642836154011?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/115773642836154011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=115773642836154011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115773642836154011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115773642836154011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/09/enter.html' title='Enter?'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-115768476036191913</id><published>2006-09-07T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:06:00.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wake up and live like you were dropped into a alien race with no cultural connections.  How does Jesus make a difference?  What does life look like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-115768476036191913?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/115768476036191913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=115768476036191913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115768476036191913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115768476036191913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/09/wake-up-and-live-like-you-were-dropped.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-115755953816300892</id><published>2006-09-06T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:18:58.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"love'</title><content type='html'>I was reading Velvet Elvis and I ran across this very interesting tidbit  about the Bible.  The first time John uses the word love in his book about Jesus is in chapter 3 verse 16.  For God so loved that he gave his one and only son...  The first time the word love is used in the entire Bible is in Genesis chapter 22 when God tells Abraham to take "your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love." and offer him as a sacrifice  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that another awesome connection that John was trying to make.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has written the ultimate story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-115755953816300892?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/115755953816300892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=115755953816300892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115755953816300892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115755953816300892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/09/love.html' title='&quot;love&apos;'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-115717477596166422</id><published>2006-09-02T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:26:16.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Nation Under God??</title><content type='html'>Does God relate to the United States as a whole?  We are not Israel, his chosen people.  And he doesn't, how does this coincide with us living out our faith.  Do we have a political duty, or a moral one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-115717477596166422?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/115717477596166422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=115717477596166422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115717477596166422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115717477596166422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-nation-under-god.html' title='One Nation Under God??'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-115708357334737762</id><published>2006-08-31T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:24:54.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been reading some really provocative and mind muddling books recently.  I feel like I am in a swamp full of mud (but the mud is good mud) and I'm wallowing through it trying to figure it all out.  A whole new realm of Jesus and the Father have been opened up to me over the last six months.  There is a relationship that is so much like a relationship.  (I understand that was a very vague sentence).  What a friend I've found in Jesus has become a daily reality, even though the present journey of life has been bleak, ill-defined, and rocky, but and it's a big but, faithful Father has been there, even when I didn't want him there.  Yes there have been times when I thought I would have rather not been familiar with my Father or even know him.  Yet, he is there, I am learning, still walking and wanting others to know about the love of God even in my selfish moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-115708357334737762?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/115708357334737762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=115708357334737762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115708357334737762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115708357334737762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-reading-some-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-115393203121795685</id><published>2006-07-26T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:09:19.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking is FUN!!!! YEAH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/cig.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/320/cig.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw this billboard I instantly thought of smoking.   The box looks like boxes we have in America. Mind you I didn't see the part that says 'Golden Tea', because I was laughing to hard at that point.  But then again, maybe they could use the same kid on a smoking billboard.  It kinda makes me want to smoke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-115393203121795685?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/115393203121795685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=115393203121795685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115393203121795685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/115393203121795685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/07/smoking-is-fun-yeah.html' title='Smoking is FUN!!!! YEAH!!!!'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114898291808175101</id><published>2006-05-30T05:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:43:48.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanest Beaches In The Known World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/P5280084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/320/P5280084.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/17921384-114898291808175101?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114898291808175101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114898291808175101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114898291808175101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114898291808175101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/05/cleanest-beaches-in-known-world.html' title='Cleanest Beaches In The Known World!'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114856115613903953</id><published>2006-05-25T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:45:56.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never doubt that a small group of committed people can change the world indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Margaret Mead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114856115613903953?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114856115613903953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114856115613903953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114856115613903953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114856115613903953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-doubt-that-small-group-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114798133398222958</id><published>2006-05-18T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:42:14.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith vs. Old Religious Ways of Doing Things</title><content type='html'>This thinking comes after a conversation with Rev. D. Bray and some interesting life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with Jesus, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation it seems is saying yes to the light (knowledge of God) that we have been exposed to.  Does prevenient grace cover the "what if's"?   We have packaged salvation too much in America.  It is more journey and relationshiplike than we have made it out to be.  This being true, it makes baptism make a whole lot more sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114798133398222958?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114798133398222958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114798133398222958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114798133398222958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114798133398222958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/05/faith-vs-old-religious-ways-of-doing.html' title='Faith vs. Old Religious Ways of Doing Things'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114720145763110324</id><published>2006-05-09T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:04:18.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/babushkas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/320/babushkas.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/17921384-114720145763110324?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114720145763110324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114720145763110324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114720145763110324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114720145763110324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114579502754229845</id><published>2006-04-23T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T08:23:47.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the beginning there was Creation with the appearance of age…..6 days:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus first miracle, creation with the appearance of age.   6 water pots into 6 wine pots.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114404359221747162' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114404359221747162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114404359221747162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/04/orphans.html' title='Orphans'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114352588398361963</id><published>2006-03-28T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:04:44.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ravi</title><content type='html'>The moment of opportunity is built upon hours of preparation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114352588398361963?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114352588398361963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114352588398361963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114352588398361963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114352588398361963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-ravi.html' title='More Ravi'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114343673444357529</id><published>2006-03-26T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:18:54.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravi Asks:</title><content type='html'>Is life defined by what we pursue, or must our pursuit be defined by what life was meant to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114343673444357529?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114343673444357529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114343673444357529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114343673444357529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114343673444357529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/03/ravi-asks.html' title='Ravi Asks:'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114280539605385874</id><published>2006-03-19T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:56:36.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following Christ</title><content type='html'>American life is cut and dried and easy.  It is so easy that we have time to think about entertainment often,  and we think about it often.  We are conditioned that the things that occupy our mind are the utmost important.&lt;br /&gt; We are no longer cultured to lookout for our ‘brother.’  Maybe because our ‘brother’ can take care of himself or maybe because the things our ‘brother’ faces are no life and death situations.&lt;br /&gt; I have a friend here who is trying to find a job. We’ve talked about it and I’ve treated him exactly how I would treat someone at home who was trying to find a job.—the occasional prayer and the ‘good luck.’  But things are different here.  Getting a job is not the same because nothing is fair.  He needs a job to help his family but nothings opened.  He doesn’t want to pay a bribe and he doesn’t want to lie which makes finding a job almost impossible.  I can’t understand it but it is much more important here than at home.  As a reflection of Jesus, I need to invest my life into his in caring about this as he cares about it and praying about it as he would want me to pray for him.  But have I been…no, because I’m preoccupied with self and I don’t understand the importance of the situation.  &lt;br /&gt; As I write this I am again blown away with the intensity and depth to which Jesus invested his life into others.  ~That’s what followers of Jesus do~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114280539605385874?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114280539605385874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114280539605385874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114280539605385874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114280539605385874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/03/following-christ.html' title='Following Christ'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114267103005150851</id><published>2006-03-18T03:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T03:37:10.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seeking to overcome self by self effort is a hopeless struggle.  Self will never cast out self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114267103005150851?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114267103005150851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114267103005150851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114267103005150851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114267103005150851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/03/seeking-to-overcome-self-by-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114245529085846112</id><published>2006-03-15T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:41:30.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready...</title><content type='html'>Do I live my life in a way that I am spiritually prepared/ready for God to say anything and I am in a position to respond immediately?  God revealed to Abram to leave his country, everything, and that he would make him into a great nation and he would bless him.  Abram’s response wasn’t to formulate a vision of how that would look or to even think and begin to get ideas of what to do.  His response; he left.  What made Abram so ready to just leave.  I believe it was his relationship with God before the revelation came.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114245529085846112?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114245529085846112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114245529085846112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114245529085846112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114245529085846112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/03/ready.html' title='Ready...'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114232962566835757</id><published>2006-03-14T04:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T04:47:05.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>"The word Paradise is a Persian word that refers to a walled garden belonging to a king.  Emperors would specially honor individuals by allowing them to walk in paradise with them.  It became a synonym for the best and safest of places."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This adds new light to Jesus response on the cross to the criminal, "Today you will be with me in paradise."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114232962566835757?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114232962566835757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114232962566835757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114232962566835757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114232962566835757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/03/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114193352858361924</id><published>2006-03-09T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:45:28.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/king%20of%20the%20hill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/400/king%20of%20the%20hill2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the King of the Mountain that is on Fire, or maybe I'm just standing on it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114193352858361924?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114193352858361924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114193352858361924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114193352858361924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114193352858361924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-king-of-mountain-that-is-on-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114164006757805761</id><published>2006-03-06T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T05:14:27.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Dish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/xengel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/320/xengel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought SuperSize Me was a disgusting movie, wait until they make one on this dish.  This dish is pasta, yogurt, meat and tons and tons of butter.  When this dish cools it is non edible cause the butter, otherwise known as FAT, all hardens.  This truly is a heart attack on a plate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114164006757805761?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114164006757805761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114164006757805761' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114164006757805761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114164006757805761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/03/delicious-dish.html' title='Delicious Dish'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114110823833629915</id><published>2006-02-28T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:30:38.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my thinking correct??</title><content type='html'>God did not do stuff just for us.  He did them for his son.  We do not have eternal life cause God gave it to 'us.'  Christ has life and we are included in him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114110823833629915?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114110823833629915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114110823833629915' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114110823833629915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114110823833629915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-my-thinking-correct.html' title='Is my thinking correct??'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114064155480375786</id><published>2006-02-22T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:52:35.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Paper for God</title><content type='html'>Worship leaders and specifically song writers understand something that I have often missed.  They do something that I’ve just recently begun doing.&lt;br /&gt; If you are a parent or when you are a parent, we all know that the most precious gift our children can give us are ones of their own creation.  My dad loved the ‘Santa’s Workshop’ toolkits my sister and I got him every year, but it was my sister’s homemade airplane made from a toilet paper roll and colored in exorborant gaudy colors that he cherishes and can still be found to this day, front and center, on top of his dresser.  We all know why this is his favorite gift, the one that touched his heart the most.&lt;br /&gt; Worship songwriters pour their own hearts out in words and music and express their love and praise to their father.  They sing a new song to the Lord and then they minister to us and share it with us.&lt;br /&gt; It took me till last month to express myself in that way.  (sidenote—there are other ways to build toilet paper airplanes for God other than singing or music)&lt;br /&gt; I found myself laying on the floor singing a song to God.  I am not a musician.  My sister is not an artist, but to my dad she was.  I don’t have excellent singing or musical skills, in fact, I didn’t even follow musical “rules.” (My sisters toilet paper airplane would have probably helped her fail art class.)  But to my dad it was the most beautiful creation in the world.&lt;br /&gt; My heart and soul were free and they were truly crying out and lifting their praise to God.  I couldn’t sing that same song again if I tried, because it was sincere, it was honest, it was adoration, it was worship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114064155480375786?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114064155480375786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114064155480375786' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114064155480375786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114064155480375786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/toilet-paper-for-god.html' title='Toilet Paper for God'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114029546350853880</id><published>2006-02-18T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T15:44:25.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope for the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/400/man.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/400/boy.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/17921384-114029546350853880?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114029546350853880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114029546350853880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114029546350853880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114029546350853880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/hope-for-world.html' title='Hope for the World'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-114012321798478209</id><published>2006-02-16T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:53:38.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bet when Jesus saw Peter for the first time and he looked “intently” at him, he saw deep in those eyes everything Cephas would do, both good and evil.  He saw the many times he would put his foot in his mouth.  He saw his ignorance.  He saw him denying him and abandoning him.  He saw all this, yet he still chose to call him “Rock.”  I’m sure that moment stuck out to Peter the rest of his life.  What an initial solidifying moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-114012321798478209?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/114012321798478209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=114012321798478209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114012321798478209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/114012321798478209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-bet-when-jesus-saw-peter-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113985889607644867</id><published>2006-02-13T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:28:16.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sage Advice</title><content type='html'>Dear Josh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just get through the day.  Wake to life and live it fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From and Aged Saint,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113985889607644867?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113985889607644867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113985889607644867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113985889607644867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113985889607644867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/sage-advice.html' title='Sage Advice'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113956286619751175</id><published>2006-02-10T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:14:29.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Marketing Strategy</title><content type='html'>At the small store by my house I discovered what could be the best marketed product ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/barf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/400/barf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simply amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/400/perfume.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/soak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/400/soak.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/400/snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually...no...no it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/1600/directions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6190/705/400/directions.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is....I actually tried it.  However, my clothes are still in the washing machine soaking in Barf, but I'll let you know how they come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113956286619751175?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113956286619751175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113956286619751175' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113956286619751175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113956286619751175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-marketing-strategy.html' title='New Marketing Strategy'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113938407982720474</id><published>2006-02-08T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T02:34:39.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickles, The Tick, and Spatulas.</title><content type='html'>The above title reveals my newly discovered secret to a popular and way cool blog.  Apparently this is the way to get everyone who is cool and famous to read the interesting things that we write.  I've been experimenting with some new titles that I would be willing to reveal, although I won't share all my magic.  Let's see, how about, Gargoyles, Little white people, and Vienna sausages;      Rutabagas, Fish Oil, and Sock Puppets;  Ficus plants, Aardvarks, and knickers.    Gary Larson, Grunties, and Kumquats.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see by this new found phenomenon, my blog will soon rise to stardom and everyone, including the cool people will read it. I'm also fairly certain that somewhere in this mystic code lies the secret to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113938407982720474?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113938407982720474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113938407982720474' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113938407982720474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113938407982720474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/pickles-tick-and-spatulas.html' title='Pickles, The Tick, and Spatulas.'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113929696210152361</id><published>2006-02-07T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T02:22:42.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Up</title><content type='html'>Giving up is usually easier than wading through piles of muck, fighting your way through the tar pits of life.  However, easy is not always right and easy is not always rewarding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113929696210152361?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113929696210152361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113929696210152361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113929696210152361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113929696210152361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/giving-up.html' title='Giving Up'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113914673389150045</id><published>2006-02-05T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T08:38:53.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before The Throne Of God Above</title><content type='html'>Every once and a while a song will really play an important part in my life because of the words of truth that they speak.  This is one such example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Satan tempts me to despair,&lt;br /&gt;and tells me of the guilt within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upward I look and see him there,&lt;br /&gt;who made an end to all my sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becaue the sinless savior died,&lt;br /&gt;my sinful soul is counted free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God the just is satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;to look on him and pardon him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113914673389150045?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113914673389150045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113914673389150045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113914673389150045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113914673389150045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/before-throne-of-god-above.html' title='Before The Throne Of God Above'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113881982991675281</id><published>2006-02-01T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:50:30.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank.  Completely Frank.</title><content type='html'>There are moments in my life when God is frustrating to me, and I do not like the things that he does.  Times when what he has done or is doing, I feel go against his character and I just can't explain it.  I don't think I'll ever understand the slaughter of children in the Old Testament for example.  There are others too.  Some people say they have answers for them, but I don't think we have God figured out like that.  If we could truly understand all that he does, he would cease to be God.  HOWEVER, concering those tough and seemingly wrong issues, I have come to a point in my life where I acknowledge and truly believe (actions prove belief) that what God does is just and right.  I rest on the firm fact that God does have life figured out and I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113881982991675281?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113881982991675281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113881982991675281' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113881982991675281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113881982991675281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/02/frank-completely-frank.html' title='Frank.  Completely Frank.'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113859237275930065</id><published>2006-01-29T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:39:33.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnostics</title><content type='html'>It seems today that some people in North American churches are running around in ingnorance as their thoughts and actions are tainted by Gnosticism.  I say this because I have seen it in myself in the past.  Such thinking as, “The World is evil,” “My body is a prison,” and “I am chained to my body.”  Anything in life that is not spiritual is wrong.  A lot of Christians do a lot of cutting for the wrong reasons.  They cut out food, sex, love, humor, at an attempt to become ‘more spiritual.’&lt;br /&gt; There is also the thinking that all that matters is religious stuff and life does not connect with religion.  People completely neglect politics, finances and social action.  They talk a lot and have many symbols but there is no substance.  It seems that they have ‘no hands.’  They know about heart and mind change, but they are not really changed.&lt;br /&gt; As I understood this, I also understood the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God used a human body to express his fullness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113859237275930065?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113859237275930065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113859237275930065' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113859237275930065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113859237275930065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/01/gnostics.html' title='Gnostics'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113851379752656577</id><published>2006-01-29T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:53:45.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point</title><content type='html'>If the focus of my faith ever becomes just to eliminate sin, I've missed the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113851379752656577?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113851379752656577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113851379752656577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113851379752656577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113851379752656577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/01/point.html' title='The Point'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113826985147381041</id><published>2006-01-26T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T05:04:11.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Futility</title><content type='html'>All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of just one candle.--Anderson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113826985147381041?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113826985147381041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113826985147381041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113826985147381041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113826985147381041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/01/futility.html' title='Futility'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113804345078527862</id><published>2006-01-23T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:10:50.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RUNNING MAN</title><content type='html'>I’m positive that the “running man” has been out of style for at least 15 years in America.  If you don’t know what the “running man” dance move is then you are so out of it, either that or you just were not a ‘hip’ during the time when it was ‘hip.’  (Just google it)  Anyhow, I am also positive that the ‘running man’ never ever made it over the Atlantic to the part of the world where I am dwelling (I just thought of one thousand cheesy jokes I could make about the running man right here but I refrained so you would keep reading).  This is where my story begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you know I have a friend here whose house and family I like to visit.  My friend has a name and that is Elnur.  He also has a last name but I don’t know it and if I did there would be now way that I would have the correct characters to spell it and you wouldn’t be able to say it anyways.  Tonight I visited his family, and like always, we ate a ton of food.  God either gave these people larger stomachs or faster metabolisms because I am always amazed at how they can out eat me without even trying.  We did that for a good hour and a half and then the real fun began.  You see last time I was there they began teaching me how to dance their traditional dance.  I’m a novelty!  They love watching me and I love pleasing them.  Okay, so I’m not really a pet, I do enjoy learning this type of dance.  The first wedding that I go to here I’m gonna break out the moves and everyone will be so astonished that this ‘American’ can dance.  That is when it happened.  They looked at me and said, “Teach us your dance.”  I tried to tell them that we don’t really have ‘a dance.’  But music and dance is such a part of their culture that they didn’t understand and kept asking me to show them something.  That’s when I pulled it out, The Running Man, and that was just the beginning of my bag of ‘outdated and uncool dance moves in America yet new and really technically amazing here’ tricks.  I did the Running Man in a small house outside the city that I’m pretty sure never had the running man performed in before.  I was so on, every beat, I felt it, coursing through my blood, the rhythm, the motion.  That must have been what the inventor of the running man felt.  The best part came next.  They tried the Running Man.  I wish you could have seen it.  They loved it!!  Then they put on some techno and asked me to show them some more, so I followed with “The Worm”, “The Robot”, “The Sprinkler”, and everyone’s favorite “The M.C. Hammer, Can’t Touch this dance”.  I was hesitant at first because of my own culture, but then I realized “they’ve never seen these before.”  And suddenly I became a dancer.  Everyone reading this right now would have laughed at me, but they were trying them and loving them.  After a half and hour of that, we put away our dancing shoes and called it a night.  I will look forward to the next meeting where I’m thinking about maybe introducing the “Mashed Potato”, “The Matt Deprez”, and “The Monster Mash.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:  Nothing ever loses its coolness…nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113804345078527862?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113804345078527862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113804345078527862' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113804345078527862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113804345078527862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/01/running-man.html' title='THE RUNNING MAN'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113794019787181092</id><published>2006-01-22T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T09:29:57.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Question to myself.</title><content type='html'>Do I own our stuff or does my stuff own me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113794019787181092?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113794019787181092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113794019787181092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113794019787181092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113794019787181092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/01/2nd-question-to-myself.html' title='2nd Question to myself.'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113783387861157630</id><published>2006-01-21T03:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T03:57:58.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question to self (but you can all read too)</title><content type='html'>Am I loving things and using people or using things and loving people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113783387861157630?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113783387861157630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113783387861157630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113783387861157630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113783387861157630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/01/question-to-self-but-you-can-all-read.html' title='Question to self (but you can all read too)'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113752605168990523</id><published>2006-01-17T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:27:31.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thatonesheep</title><content type='html'>The shepherd left the 99 to go seek for that 1.  Reckless passion.  A love so deep.  The 99 were safe with the shepherd, and when he left, they were still safe… but that one sheep.  It was alone, it was helpless, it was lost.  It was in ultimate danger, danger of never returning, danger of its very life.  The shepherd understood.  He knew what was at risk.  He knew what was important…the one sheep.&lt;br /&gt;There are three billion sheep in the world that don’t even know they have a shepherd looking for them.  That has changed my heart, and will forever change my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113752605168990523?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113752605168990523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113752605168990523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113752605168990523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113752605168990523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/01/thatonesheep.html' title='thatonesheep'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113721920978409512</id><published>2006-01-14T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:13:29.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visioneering</title><content type='html'>One’s goal should not be to cast a vision everyone buys into, but to create a visional community where everyone who enters in begins to have wild and God sized dreams and visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More thoughts from a book I read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113721920978409512?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113721920978409512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113721920978409512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113721920978409512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113721920978409512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/01/visioneering.html' title='Visioneering'/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17921384.post-113671993445646172</id><published>2006-01-08T06:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T06:32:14.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Often times we pray and we ask God for more power or more faith or to bless what we are doing.  Are we asking God to empower our flesh?  Shouldn’t we be asking God to bless what he is doing.  I’ve found that I have way to high of an opionion of myself and I see myself as much more useful that I really am.  I am a bondservant, not an employee.  I don’t need more power or more faith.  I need God to bless the works that he is doing and clearly guide me into those areas that he wants me.  I will faithfully serve him with everything he has given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17921384-113671993445646172?l=joshmccracken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/feeds/113671993445646172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17921384&amp;postID=113671993445646172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113671993445646172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17921384/posts/default/113671993445646172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshmccracken.blogspot.com/2006/01/often-times-we-pray-and-we-ask-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Warrior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630447376443236671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCSajBLztw4/ShLtJVH3vtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ym5jnGpSsrI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
