<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186639666313211285</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:56:44.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::stuble::</title><subtitle type='html'>.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192775758362379006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SR26QCmfKTI/AAAAAAAAABo/u0WrMwQu8R8/S220/beach+house+2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186639666313211285.post-4325152720264319146</id><published>2009-01-21T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:23:12.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1: Why do you do that thing you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the first ever QuèLog. What is a QuèLog, you ask? It is much like a blog but contains only questions.  For this experiment (of unspecified duration) I've taken myself out of the drivers seat and replaced my position with you, the reader. I'll still be posting a brief description of the question, and occasionally, the reason behind the weeks question. If you find yourself still wondering what my personal opinion is on the matter, you'll have to look at everone elses in the mix of equally valid thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SXd6zCWT3nI/AAAAAAAAADI/aYlY3S94vec/s1600-h/wired_for_a_life_of_worship%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293834904219672178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SXd6zCWT3nI/AAAAAAAAADI/aYlY3S94vec/s200/wired_for_a_life_of_worship%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've recently been reading/researching some possible group studies for my team and in the process stumbled upon this little gem. It's called Wired: For a Life of Worship (the most recent marketing of The Air I Breathe by Louie Giglio), and while it's not the first time I've read it, its the first time I've considered it in a community setting. Ironic that I should just now read it that way because worship, as it pertains to the corporate church setting, is always in community. Anyhow, Mr. Giglio starts this book with a quesiton:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; define worship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first of many questions to come, I saw this as the most fitting. There's many definitions. None are invalid.  All are worthy of our consideration...So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/186639666313211285-4325152720264319146?l=stuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/feeds/4325152720264319146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186639666313211285&amp;postID=4325152720264319146' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/4325152720264319146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/4325152720264319146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-why-do-you-do-that-thing-you-do.html' title='1: Why do you do that thing you do?'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192775758362379006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SR26QCmfKTI/AAAAAAAAABo/u0WrMwQu8R8/S220/beach+house+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SXd6zCWT3nI/AAAAAAAAADI/aYlY3S94vec/s72-c/wired_for_a_life_of_worship%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186639666313211285.post-8491398384791679220</id><published>2009-01-14T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:36:50.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>break....resume.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SW4-Qm5Sw1I/AAAAAAAAACw/orlJ1eGby_Y/s1600-h/il_430xN.27798540[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291235067246592850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SW4-Qm5Sw1I/AAAAAAAAACw/orlJ1eGby_Y/s200/il_430xN.27798540%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell, it's no secret that this blog has taken a vacation. While I've enjoyed writing, I found myself suddenly very self conscious. "Why am I writing this thing? Is it beneficial? In fact, wouldn't it be far more useful and unifying to hear what others have to say?" So, I choose to store my thoughts away, while I ponder the nature and validity of one "b" stuble. In my mind they found refuge in a classic, vintage suitcase resting safely in the embrace of the Scottish highlands. But, even the best of luggage eventually breaks, and in my case, it revealed that those guarded and emotional writings are of little importance in the first place! My thoughts on these things do very little, if anything, to grow the unity we desire in our beautiful and diverse team. Quite the opposite really. As they say (whoever "they" is), live and learn. Trial and error. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SW5Py1QOAuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ptgP4IgAW8E/s1600-h/tlower-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291254346914071266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SW5Py1QOAuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ptgP4IgAW8E/s200/tlower-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o, one "b" stuble will be turning a new leaf as of now. No more life lessons, observations, or conclusions and in there place, questions that educate us on each other. One question a week (or, at times, a writing and/or image) that compels YOU, to contribute your highly valued opinion. One chance a week to consider someone else's perspective, preference, and persona. One chance a week to learn the joys of contrast and diversity within the context of trusted community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SXCzLpuUohI/AAAAAAAAADA/f5BMestBN44/s1600-h/idle-man.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291926574920409618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SXCzLpuUohI/AAAAAAAAADA/f5BMestBN44/s200/idle-man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hank you all for your patience while I mature ever so slowly. The future of stuble with just one "b" is looking brighter. b for brighter. I can't wait to hear your thoughts, while our understanding of God and each other becomes increasingly clear. Visit stuble.blogspot.com in the very near future, to see the first of many thought provoking questions and conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186639666313211285-8491398384791679220?l=stuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/feeds/8491398384791679220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186639666313211285&amp;postID=8491398384791679220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/8491398384791679220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/8491398384791679220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/2009/01/breakresume.html' title='break....resume.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192775758362379006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SR26QCmfKTI/AAAAAAAAABo/u0WrMwQu8R8/S220/beach+house+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SW4-Qm5Sw1I/AAAAAAAAACw/orlJ1eGby_Y/s72-c/il_430xN.27798540%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186639666313211285.post-8105625166976284129</id><published>2008-12-02T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:27:12.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in between ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/STWwj-35cVI/AAAAAAAAACo/ci54_m3xdlU/s1600-h/2781026816_fca60be6af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/STWwj-35cVI/AAAAAAAAACo/ci54_m3xdlU/s200/2781026816_fca60be6af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275316670753763666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like many of you, I find myself mentally catching up after the holiday.  For that reason, I've chosen to simply post a great quote from Ben Pasley that impacts me deeply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The absence of worship leaves a space for somethings sinister as well.  Worship's vacuum fills with pride.  Now pride is the black hole of human potential: pride becomes pride becomes pride.  Pride will not bow, it will not honor another, and it will not believe in anything higher.  Worship, in high contrast, is humility that has found a higher thing to reverence, it has discovered the joy of inferiority, and it has made an art of offering thanks, honor, and affection to something greater.  Worship is humility that has matured.  Without worship humankind is reduced to embrace itself as the jewel of it's own pursuits, like a dog chasing it's tail, and pride will prove it's destructive intent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it said that much of our daily lives is built on the foundation of perspective.  I haven't the time to delve into Kingdom perspective or the nature of the Kingdom of God,  (A great read on that subject though...Beautiful Mess by Rick McKinnley) but, the idea of making an art of offering thanks is as beautiful as it is compelling.  I've so much to be thankful for, but I rarely take a moment out of my day to simply appreciate it.  A moment to worship.  In a world that proudly proclaims the message of entitlement, self worth, and fear, how freeing could it be to embrace the reality that we are in fact, quite small?  Quite insignificant, on our own.  We are frail.  We are hopelessly dependent on a great many things.  Yet, we are here.  Our lives our sustained by the generous hands of our Father.  That perspective brings me to my knees...and as it turns out, that's right were God wants us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186639666313211285-8105625166976284129?l=stuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/feeds/8105625166976284129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186639666313211285&amp;postID=8105625166976284129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/8105625166976284129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/8105625166976284129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-between.html' title='in between ..'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192775758362379006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SR26QCmfKTI/AAAAAAAAABo/u0WrMwQu8R8/S220/beach+house+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/STWwj-35cVI/AAAAAAAAACo/ci54_m3xdlU/s72-c/2781026816_fca60be6af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186639666313211285.post-1645035824099942278</id><published>2008-11-20T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:09:46.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SSa2Ll2PYhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mUGjg7Ec0a8/s1600-h/fullTheOne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SSa2Ll2PYhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mUGjg7Ec0a8/s200/fullTheOne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271100724138172946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who am I?  This very question has plagued even the greatest mind's of our day.  In fact, *recent studies have shown that this most basic longing for identity is at the forefront of pop culture and psychology.  Living authentically, while seemingly simple, can be difficult, even frustrating, to fully grasp amidst a world that influences us so greatly.  At times, our understanding of who we are one day, may differ from the next, due, in part, to our work environment, personal relationships (or the lack there of), Media, pop-culture, etc.  But, despite the rising waters of fear and miss-interpretation, the God of the Bible offers insight too beautiful to ignore.  Even with in a perspective much like this painting, lonely and overwhelmed, the Spirit of God speaks truth in a language we can understand and embrace.  He says, "I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some might be disapointed, even offended by the claim.  Can it be that simple?  Well, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SSbcG-vxNDI/AAAAAAAAACg/GvQmOaCwfrw/s200/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271142426364425266" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Perfect love drives out fear," and what is it that keeps us from being true, dare I say even vulnerable?  Fear.  Fear of what others may think.  Fear of failure.  Fear of being hurt or caused seemingly avoidable anguish.  And yet, for some, even the fear of success or public approval.  Oh, if we could fully understand even a glimpse of His life altering, relentless love for us, then we may find ourselves filled with the courage to live as our truest selves.  We could stand firm, living the fullest life that the God of the heavens has always intended.  I am loved.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Part of our psyche's problem with being loved is a jaded concept of what God's love looks like.  In the Bible, God is often referred to as a Father or King.  A Savior and Servant.  As Justice and Grace.  But, these are all images we don't quite have a grasp on.  God's love for you is so pure, so true, so out of this world crazy that there is nothing you can do to be loved any more or any less.  Think about that.  There's nothing you can do to be loved any  more or any less by God.  If you preach the perfect sermon, sing the perfect song, write the perfect poem...God loves you.  If you make huge embarrassing mistakes, sing off key, and struggle with spiritual disciplines like prayer, meditation and fasting...God loves you.  Even more, God's affection for us is so great that, despite our inevitable flaws and short comings, He enters into our mundane reality and will even use us for Kingdom purposes beyond our [complete] comprehension.  Oh, How he loves us so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now, my dear family, as we yearn to grow in the understanding of His grace and mercy, stand firm.  Like a lone rose, rising from the ashes of defeat, embarrassment, failure, pride, etc., stand firm.  And remember, we are not alone at all.  We, us, together stand and we stand with a common identity...We are loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Check back next week as we explore further and consider the audacity of Divine reason as it relates to living authenticity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;resources:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);   line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"The One" by Lawrence Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);  line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"From Ashes 1" by rob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);  line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Psychology Today/May-June 2008/ Cover Article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/186639666313211285-1645035824099942278?l=stuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/feeds/1645035824099942278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186639666313211285&amp;postID=1645035824099942278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/1645035824099942278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/1645035824099942278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/2008/11/identity-part-1-q.html' title='identity'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192775758362379006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SR26QCmfKTI/AAAAAAAAABo/u0WrMwQu8R8/S220/beach+house+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SSa2Ll2PYhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mUGjg7Ec0a8/s72-c/fullTheOne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186639666313211285.post-6043584866245661706</id><published>2008-11-13T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:11:13.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>less refined...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SRzCDKP1SkI/AAAAAAAAABA/wZ8DmEJnvo8/s1600-h/DSC02534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SRzCDKP1SkI/AAAAAAAAABA/wZ8DmEJnvo8/s200/DSC02534.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268299023662795330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Welcome, you have just found the collection of thoughts regarding art, culture, and worship.  I hope you come to enjoy and even look forward to my weekly postings.  I hope you find that this blog encourages you, as well as provoke thought.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;less refined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;? We live amidst a contrast of pop culture and the Divine.  Our world may tell you to dress for success, dot your "i's" &amp;amp; cross your "t's", check your emotions at the door, and above all else, don't make a fool of yourself!  Now, there is a time for those things to be sure, however, when I read the Word...when I spend time in prayer and get even a glimpse of God's character...I hear something different.  Throughout Biblical history, God compels men and women to engage Him with a staggering level of honesty and transparency.  The facade of our exterior aesthetic is melted away in His presence.  The unrefined mess of our real lives is what God is after.  Over and over we see this passion for our truest selves described in Scripture.   One example can be found in Psalm 51: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   "The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit.  You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  It's a little unnerving.  Even scary at times to be that vulnerable.  But, I believe in a God who's love is so great, so immense, so relentless that I can be free from the shackles of this worlds expectations.  Like David, "a man after God's own heart", I pray that I may find myself a little undignified in the presence of my King.  Perhaps, if I am willing, I may even come to embrace my stubble and shed my refined veneer.  Much like the mocking bird of this painting ["escape"2007], consider freedom from the bondage of our worlds perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186639666313211285-6043584866245661706?l=stuble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/feeds/6043584866245661706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186639666313211285&amp;postID=6043584866245661706' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/6043584866245661706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186639666313211285/posts/default/6043584866245661706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuble.blogspot.com/2008/11/less-refined.html' title='less refined...'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192775758362379006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SR26QCmfKTI/AAAAAAAAABo/u0WrMwQu8R8/S220/beach+house+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOK9S4xODI0/SRzCDKP1SkI/AAAAAAAAABA/wZ8DmEJnvo8/s72-c/DSC02534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
