<?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-3738822121174024810</id><updated>2012-01-30T08:45:15.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Further Up Further In</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-8549388167426386522</id><published>2011-12-27T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:17:01.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Haiti</title><summary type='text'>A week ago a friend asked if I was busy, today I'm in Port-au-Prince  with a group of people I've mostly never met before. I'm curious to see  what happens next. If I were to judge a place by its sunsets this one  would get high marks, if by traffic, not so much. Looking out over the  orphanage we'll spend the next week at, I wondered what it could look  like with a few more repairs, construction</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/8549388167426386522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8549388167426386522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8549388167426386522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-haiti.html' title='In Haiti'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-6917486627980359822</id><published>2011-11-06T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:51:34.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not talking about George Michael or Limp Bizket</title><summary type='text'>Faith is a strange mistress. She is different for everyone and her complexities hide her from our attempts to box her in. I don't think I'd have it any other way.Over the past few days I've talked with a couple friends about their faith walks (sorry for the christianese, sometimes it's just easier). Both times I've wanted to be the wise sage able to fix everything with the turn of a phrase. Only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/6917486627980359822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-talking-about-george-michael-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6917486627980359822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6917486627980359822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-talking-about-george-michael-or.html' title='Not talking about George Michael or Limp Bizket'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-3842268128795547502</id><published>2011-09-28T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:49:29.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An odd little huccup, and why media can be kinda cool</title><summary type='text'>The disclaimer:I don't think I've ever written about a movie, I mean this was never meant to be a media or pop-culture blog. That said, almost a week after watching it, I can't get Drive out of my mind. Not the characters, the cinematography, the music, or the deeper heart of the thing. I watched Moneyball a few days ago and walked out of it thinking about how good Drive was.This is not me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/3842268128795547502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/09/odd-little-huccup-and-why-media-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3842268128795547502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3842268128795547502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/09/odd-little-huccup-and-why-media-can-be.html' title='An odd little huccup, and why media can be kinda cool'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElBWLwNyoJ4/ToOICptavxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AilZcvTMlzk/s72-c/drive-movie-banner-albert-brooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-6457335349837075224</id><published>2011-09-22T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:43:28.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Jerk</title><summary type='text'>I felt like a Jerk the first time I said it, though the more I thought about it the more I believed it: Poverty is relative.I recently read two articles/blogs that echoed my statement but articulated it in ways not "Jerky". If you want to hear people say things better than me, check these out:http://www.elchupacabrawrites.com/2011/09/poverty.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/6457335349837075224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/09/like-jerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6457335349837075224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6457335349837075224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/09/like-jerk.html' title='Like a Jerk'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_16WB9zo8s/TnuU36DvwHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YEstBcc1LK8/s72-c/jerks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-2328956092704737400</id><published>2011-09-14T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:51:55.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity? #2</title><summary type='text'>In the midst of a recent two day road trip with my dad he asked the question. Most men still on speaking terms with their fathers know what I'm talking about. He did his part to keep it from sounding "disappointed father nagging-ish", which I appreciated. The paraphrase went like this: Don't take this the wrong way, I don't have any problems with the way you live your life, but I'm curious. How </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/2328956092704737400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/09/maturity-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2328956092704737400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2328956092704737400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/09/maturity-2.html' title='Maturity? #2'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-2440825165609082223</id><published>2011-09-05T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:29:30.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity? #1</title><summary type='text'>I've changed over the last few years, perhaps even grown. Of course this is what we're supposed to do... isn't it?Re-acclimating to the Western world, and seeing friends for the first time in close to two years, highlighted a few shifts for me. One of the big ones is my growing ability to not give a shit. I consider this a positive shift. I still have an opinion on American politics, I just don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/2440825165609082223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/09/maturity-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2440825165609082223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2440825165609082223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/09/maturity-1.html' title='Maturity? #1'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5677860844467044596</id><published>2011-08-19T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:07:53.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Hag</title><summary type='text'>Cathedrals have always been a  sketchy point for me. From a strictly aesthetic standpoint, as someone who builds things, I think most are beautiful and amazing. As a christian constantly bothered by the Church's eagerness to squander and misuse funds, especially in times of poverty, famine, and disease, the massive expense to build and maintain cathedrals bothers me.As cool as they are, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5677860844467044596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/08/beautiful-hag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5677860844467044596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5677860844467044596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/08/beautiful-hag.html' title='The Beautiful Hag'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzklfoKwZPs/Tk6lBsBm5BI/AAAAAAAAADw/VqSar5DDKZk/s72-c/DSCN1331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-6625471108866536207</id><published>2011-07-19T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:19:10.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkish Observations</title><summary type='text'>A few observations from Istanbul:1. Istanbul is in serious competition for the Oscar for coolest city ever.2. Some Turkish women are quite attractive and all Turkish men look like gangsters or Eurotrash D-bags.3. It's appropriately ironic that the 'Blue' Mosque was specifically designed as a one-up to the mosque directly across from it. Not so ironically it succeeds in it's task.4. To the chick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/6625471108866536207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/07/turkish-observations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6625471108866536207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6625471108866536207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/07/turkish-observations.html' title='Turkish Observations'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-1699520765548387195</id><published>2011-07-18T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T02:47:00.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sting shoulda known not to mess</title><summary type='text'>With only a few hours left in Uganda I feel like I should be reflecting and having deep moments... I'm not. Mostly I'm just checking non existent emails, not caring too much about the U.S. loss to Japan (not sure if it's because Japan has been through so much lately and it's nice to see them happy, or if it's because it's women's soccer and, as much as I'm a feminist by African standards, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/1699520765548387195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/07/sting-shoulda-known-not-to-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1699520765548387195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1699520765548387195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/07/sting-shoulda-known-not-to-mess.html' title='Sting shoulda known not to mess'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-4777293991507498100</id><published>2011-07-11T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T03:59:50.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Monsters... every one of us</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 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    Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/615450136521204670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-we-get-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/615450136521204670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/615450136521204670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-we-get-there.html' title='How we get there'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-1937512508060780780</id><published>2011-06-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:49:47.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Enigma of Hell and Bakersfield</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:Cambria; 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Usually it's food, sometimes it's coins, and every now and then it's something you kinda really wanted to keep and is hard to replace.A few day ago the reading light for my Kindle "dissipated". I'm choosing to believe someone picked it up and misplaced it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/3949956949003220026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3949956949003220026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3949956949003220026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-value.html' title='What is value?'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-3491513303492486490</id><published>2011-06-03T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T02:14:22.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Winning" and the death of embarrassment</title><summary type='text'>My "spirituality" owns a strange trajectory... sometimes you know what follows a statement like that before you make it, other times you make it and expect previously unknown stuff to follow, sometimes you got nothing but awkward silence.Strange trajectory, strange trajectory, strange trajectory, spirituality... oh yeah. So I was praying this morning, something that doesn't always happen, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/3491513303492486490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/06/winning-and-death-of-embarrassment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3491513303492486490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3491513303492486490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/06/winning-and-death-of-embarrassment.html' title='&quot;Winning&quot; and the death of embarrassment'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5074706595416027263</id><published>2011-05-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:40:41.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's okay, I'm a limo driver"</title><summary type='text'>I preached about stuff yesterday. And yes, "stuff" is a theological term, look it up. It's in 1 Instantiations 3:7. Respect it! I went to Fuller.I had one of those paranoid Sunday morning wake-ups, the kind where you realize the sermon you prepared on Saturday may in fact have nothing to do with what God wants to say... good times. I may have written a sermon about what was wrong with "the church</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5074706595416027263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-okay-im-limo-driver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5074706595416027263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5074706595416027263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-okay-im-limo-driver.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s okay, I&apos;m a limo driver&quot;'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-6685076570251873509</id><published>2011-05-26T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:51:23.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The God Who Runs, in 3parts, part 3</title><summary type='text'>... and the conclusionI’ve known all this for quite a while, it’s been real in my head for a long time, yet recently it slammed deeper into my gut and set with a new twist in my heart.     We return to my journey, my trying to find where I belong. The searching for home, so to speak, that brought me to that sweaty hotel room:     My search for God didn’t resemble the younger son’s rebellion and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/6685076570251873509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-who-runs-in-three-parts-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6685076570251873509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6685076570251873509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-who-runs-in-three-parts-part-3.html' title='The God Who Runs, in 3parts, part 3'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-4354252099054632541</id><published>2011-05-25T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:54:00.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The God Who Runs, in 3 parts, part 2</title><summary type='text'>We continue...I’ve often fallen into the trap of thinking I'm the one searching for God, it is I who pursue relationship, and the burden rests on me to press in. The problem with this is the focus, and eventually the burden, of relationship comes to rest on a person unable to carry it. The problem is “I” become the focus. I doubt the focus being on me is ever a good thing, least of all when it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/4354252099054632541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-who-runs-in-3-parts-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4354252099054632541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4354252099054632541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-who-runs-in-3-parts-part-2.html' title='The God Who Runs, in 3 parts, part 2'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-3315312465637333468</id><published>2011-05-24T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T22:54:51.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The God who Runs, in 3 parts, part 1</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                         MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/3315312465637333468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-who-runs-in-3-parts-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3315312465637333468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3315312465637333468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/god-who-runs-in-3-parts-part-1.html' title='The God who Runs, in 3 parts, part 1'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-8068175928427835657</id><published>2011-05-22T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:24:39.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy, perving, and vivisection, yeah we got that.</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted in  a couple weeks, mostly because I didn't have anything deep and spiritual or shallow and offensive to say. The truth is I would have settled for slightly pervy and uncomfortable, but it's soooo hard to find the right balance with that stuff, the truth is I'm almost oblivious to the boundaries. Not that I don't know when I'm being a perv or guided by "inappropriate" motives, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/8068175928427835657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/intimacy-perving-and-vivisection-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8068175928427835657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8068175928427835657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/intimacy-perving-and-vivisection-yeah.html' title='Intimacy, perving, and vivisection, yeah we got that.'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-8369934520008730030</id><published>2011-05-01T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:25:29.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The king is dead... long live the king?</title><summary type='text'>So bin Laden is dead, which I have to admit makes me glad. That said, I'm trying not to take joy in someones death, not even that dudes.After the last post about forgiveness and stuff, my dad told me he couldn't forgive Hitler because Hitler hadn't done anything to him, to forgive him would be presumptuous and arrogant. He had a valid point, but I think there is more to it. My hatred of Hitler </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/8369934520008730030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/king-is-dead-long-live-king.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8369934520008730030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8369934520008730030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/05/king-is-dead-long-live-king.html' title='The king is dead... long live the king?'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-7419190220782237658</id><published>2011-04-28T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T05:55:53.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to say it, but the Gerbil Boy got it right</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from the Genocide Museum in Kigali, Rwanda. History and human nature is a bitch!One of the greatest challenges I have is learning the deeper lessons from rancid atrocities. I've been to The two genocide memorials/museums in Phnom Penh, Cambodia; the Apartheid museum in Johannesburg, South Africa; WWII graves and memorials throughout Europe; seen enough Holocaust histories and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/7419190220782237658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-hate-to-say-it-but-gerbil-boy-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7419190220782237658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7419190220782237658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-hate-to-say-it-but-gerbil-boy-got-it.html' title='I hate to say it, but the Gerbil Boy got it right'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-2706134610299543286</id><published>2011-04-19T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:52:24.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it seems... and, If you wanted my vote you should have kept Firefly on the air</title><summary type='text'>Only half the internet seems to be working this morning, it makes me wonder if the Gov't decided to drop an anti-info bomb and block the social networking sights it thought were "unhelpful" in the recent "unrest". If this is the case, and it isn't just the normal "nothing works in Africa" boner, I'm having a hard time figuring out what's meant to be gained. As best I can figure it, stuff like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/2706134610299543286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-it-seems-and-if-you-wanted-my-vote.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2706134610299543286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2706134610299543286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-it-seems-and-if-you-wanted-my-vote.html' title='So it seems... and, If you wanted my vote you should have kept Firefly on the air'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-3641570131623738973</id><published>2011-04-13T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:36:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear, God isn't a Dick or anything, it's just that...</title><summary type='text'>I read this blog sometimes titled "Jamie the Very Worst Missionary", I won't take that much credit, but I'm on the same page.One of the charming realities of the Bible, and grace, is that we can trick ourselves into thinking certain core commands are optional, situational, suggestions, or directed at a select group of A-Team Christians. Matthew has a few cherry passages I highly suggest you avoid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/3641570131623738973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-swear-god-isnt-dick-or-anything-its.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3641570131623738973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3641570131623738973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-swear-god-isnt-dick-or-anything-its.html' title='I swear, God isn&apos;t a Dick or anything, it&apos;s just that...'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-2979471632689251439</id><published>2011-04-11T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:22:11.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few pics</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/2979471632689251439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-few-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2979471632689251439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2979471632689251439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-few-pics.html' title='Just a few pics'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1M6bUy_ip34/TaK7O8TElRI/AAAAAAAAADk/wr5IsGMqMIM/s72-c/DSCN1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-7945246127585977718</id><published>2011-04-10T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T04:28:23.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tragic reality of Justin Bieber and other things</title><summary type='text'>Just Got back from a monster week in northern Uganda (Invisible Children area), and it is with great surety that I say, heat exhaustion ba-lows, anyone trying to yank a soccer fields worth of stumps should get a light saber, if you want to get laughed at work next to an old woman with a baby strapped to her back (she is tougher and stronger than you, and she thinks your failures as a man are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/7945246127585977718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/tragic-reality-of-justin-bieber-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7945246127585977718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7945246127585977718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/04/tragic-reality-of-justin-bieber-and.html' title='The tragic reality of Justin Bieber and other things'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-7264725883940553032</id><published>2011-03-30T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T05:08:29.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wednesday! Beatings for everyone!</title><summary type='text'>Woke up this morning to the sound of beatings... then went back to sleep.Kids were already in their classes at 6 a.m., that's right, an hour before the Sun came up, and apparently an entire class managed to irritate their teacher enough to earn a universal caning. In America the teacher would have been fired, brought up on criminal charges, and the school would have been sued. Here, it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/7264725883940553032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-wednesday-beatings-for-everyone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7264725883940553032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7264725883940553032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-wednesday-beatings-for-everyone.html' title='It&apos;s Wednesday! Beatings for everyone!'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5982462629922681853</id><published>2011-03-24T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T02:38:02.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vegas mindset (U.N. Pt. 3)</title><summary type='text'>"You're so money baby and you don't even know it!"I hate asking for money - with a passion. So much so, that I'm decimating my bank account as I spend time overseas. A few friends help me out from time to time, but for the most part I'm living off past jobs (this probably points to my pride more than anything else). My limited resources definitely impacts how I live out here. There are people I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5982462629922681853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/vegas-mindset-un-pt-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5982462629922681853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5982462629922681853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/vegas-mindset-un-pt-3.html' title='The Vegas mindset (U.N. Pt. 3)'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-8710045350512850457</id><published>2011-03-22T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:47:34.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The left and the right hand (U.N. Pt. 2)</title><summary type='text'>The problem isn't that I know what's best, it's that you do to and so does everyone else. If only we weren't all wrong...It used to be missionaries, and foreign aid workers (the secular goody-goodies don't get let off the hook either), would role into town see how jacked up everything was (a.k.a. non-western) and start "fixing"things. Schools and hospitals got built, infrastructure was improved, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/8710045350512850457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/left-and-right-hand-un-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8710045350512850457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8710045350512850457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/left-and-right-hand-un-pt-2.html' title='The left and the right hand (U.N. Pt. 2)'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5154922400126068812</id><published>2011-03-20T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:51:55.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninhibited Negligence (Pt. 1)</title><summary type='text'>Uninhibited Negligence initials out to U.N. I find this hilarious and appropriate, but beside the point. I was actually thinking about the missional mindset of the wealthy and successful.I read a friends link to a post about short term missions (s.t.m.) and was reminded of a lot of other conversations and experiences. It didn't warn against doing s.t.m., just raised some unfortunate issues. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5154922400126068812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/uninhibited-negligence-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5154922400126068812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5154922400126068812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/uninhibited-negligence-pt-1.html' title='Uninhibited Negligence (Pt. 1)'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-3116863550623912770</id><published>2011-03-18T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T07:42:59.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ruled the world...</title><summary type='text'>This is not how I would set things up.Yesterday,after spending a bruising and sunburnt day in Gulu, I sat down to an Indian meal with some new friends. Thankfully the Indian didn't inflict damage on the six hour bus ride this morning (chorus of "hallelujah"). The new friends are highly qualified westerners doing some cool stuff in the wrecked yet recovering norther Uganda. One of the lessons we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/3116863550623912770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-i-ruled-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3116863550623912770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3116863550623912770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-i-ruled-world.html' title='If I ruled the world...'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-4278783425029191255</id><published>2011-03-10T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:43:56.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few quiet rants/observations</title><summary type='text'>It seems ironic so many atheist evolutionists, those who hold to Darwinian survival of the fittest, are also socialist. It seems to me these people would be the most adamant capitalists or oligarchs who would proselytize the virtues of strong-man politics governed by action and reaction, rather than a system that, historically, corrupts production and weakened nations.It seems strange so many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/4278783425029191255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/few-quiet-rantsobservations.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4278783425029191255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4278783425029191255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/few-quiet-rantsobservations.html' title='A few quiet rants/observations'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5880376980840935436</id><published>2011-03-07T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T04:46:21.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is a nudist, seriously</title><summary type='text'>More of what I've been working on:To plagiarize C.S. Lewis, We all carry the weight of glory. Glory being the nakedness of God. If seen for who we are, we would more closely resemble angelic beings than mere animals stuck in meat suits.This raises the stakes in how we relate to each other and to God. To paraphrase Lewis, we have never met a mere mortal. This places a huge burden on us to love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5880376980840935436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-is-nudist-seriously.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5880376980840935436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5880376980840935436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-is-nudist-seriously.html' title='God is a nudist, seriously'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5813226534392846809</id><published>2011-02-28T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T01:24:10.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Loved</title><summary type='text'>This is the first step of a new project, I hope it connects:Cripples, the blind, homeless mothers… yeah, I’ve walked past them. Street kids, war orphans, refugees and sick babies… yup, I’ve ignored em. Crazy street people, naked wanderers, and the shit covered destitute… sure, they’ve made their way to my rearview mirror. Those with seeping flesh wounds, rancid with AIDS, or missing limbs begging</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5813226534392846809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5813226534392846809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5813226534392846809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-loved.html' title='If I Loved'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-6265114074173585767</id><published>2011-02-25T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:55:45.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The anointing of rudeness and offense</title><summary type='text'>While talking with one of the pastors yesterday I kept on having to shift. We were in a narrow-ish walkway, him on one wall and me leaning against the other (right next to a door). Every few minutes someone would come out of the door and stand there patiently. Eventually I would remember it's culturally rude to walk between two people in conversation, and the person was waiting for me to give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/6265114074173585767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/anointing-of-rudeness-and-offense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6265114074173585767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6265114074173585767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/anointing-of-rudeness-and-offense.html' title='The anointing of rudeness and offense'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-1771468664213488913</id><published>2011-02-21T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T05:42:02.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Ethics!</title><summary type='text'>So here is an ethics question for you,On Friday Ugandans voted in a presidential election. Everyone, except the sitting president (Museveni) and a few of his party people, acknowledged that the fix was in. The fix is always in during an African election. The strange thing is, the president is a fairly popular and probably didn't need to "bend" the vote (as nearly everyone assumes he, or his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/1771468664213488913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/stupid-ethics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1771468664213488913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1771468664213488913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/stupid-ethics.html' title='Stupid Ethics!'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5224709849273843095</id><published>2011-02-14T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:14:05.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug of choice?</title><summary type='text'>Two things are resting in my mind, and a third is growing.A friend linked me to this post  and a few days ago a westerner heading home made a comment about how tough spending time here is because of the way of life (not culturally, but in the "everything is broken" sense). I agree with both.My first time to east Africa, some ten years ago, I regularly wrestled the desire to blow stuff up. When </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5224709849273843095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/drug-of-choice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5224709849273843095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5224709849273843095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/drug-of-choice.html' title='Drug of choice?'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-2860634668718817357</id><published>2011-02-05T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T04:17:18.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare can suck it!</title><summary type='text'>I like the guy’s plays well enough and I’m sure he was an interesting dude to chill with, but never editing or rewriting his work? I hate him! Seriously, where does he get off?Okay, so I don’t really hate Shakespeare, I’m just moderately annoyed by the editing process. I could have written at least two other first drafts in the time it’s taken me to edit and rewrite the one I’ve been working on. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/2860634668718817357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/shakespeare-can-suck-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2860634668718817357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2860634668718817357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/02/shakespeare-can-suck-it.html' title='Shakespeare can suck it!'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-3947040262212991806</id><published>2011-01-13T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:12:04.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The myth of happiness</title><summary type='text'>I've been visiting friends in Thailand for the last month, which is why I haven't posted in a while. About a week ago I visited some friends down on the coast and we went to a blues bar in the "tourist" section of Patia (one of the notorious areas of Thailand). Walking through the streets was like being an extra in some strange movie that combined Blade Runner, Pleasure Island from Pinocchio, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/3947040262212991806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/01/myth-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3947040262212991806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3947040262212991806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2011/01/myth-of-happiness.html' title='The myth of happiness'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-6035302395372506003</id><published>2010-12-01T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T05:29:02.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moments</title><summary type='text'>The pattern of my current thinking: Stage 1.I'm glad to be in Uganda, but I'm loving the idea of spending six weeks with family and friends in Thailand. Food that I look forward to eating, kids with a vocabulary greater than "Hey Mzungu!", games, comfortable chairs/couches, and loads of friends I've known for years, yeah... I'm looking forward to this trip. Nine days and counting!Stage 2.I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/6035302395372506003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/12/moments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6035302395372506003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6035302395372506003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/12/moments.html' title='The Moments'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-1743845516354745246</id><published>2010-11-21T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T05:55:50.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final confermation: I am a complete pansy</title><summary type='text'>Got to spend most of yesterday driving on dirt "roads" outside Gulu. We even got to breakdown in the middle of nowhere and contemplate a night in the bush, fortunately enough water drained out of the car for it to start and, mostly, run again. Cool adventure right? Well...On our way back we saw a lady pushing a bike with about 80lbs of sweet-potatoes on the seat and a baby strapped to her back. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/1743845516354745246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/11/final-confermation-i-am-complete-pansy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1743845516354745246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1743845516354745246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/11/final-confermation-i-am-complete-pansy.html' title='Final confermation: I am a complete pansy'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-3212445103801013489</id><published>2010-11-16T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T03:36:23.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Patience (Why can't I ever talk to the Muslims and Socialist who know how to think?)</title><summary type='text'>So I've been talking with this Muslim guy on Facebook for the last couple weeks. I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened. Today, hopefully, marked my last post in the conversation. I never tried to convert him to Christianity or badmouth Islam, I was just trying to clarify some points, both historical and theological. Watching 'Jersey Shores' would have been more productive. The funny thing is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/3212445103801013489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-patience-why-cant-i-ever-talk-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3212445103801013489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3212445103801013489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-patience-why-cant-i-ever-talk-to.html' title='The End of Patience (Why can&apos;t I ever talk to the Muslims and Socialist who know how to think?)'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-4082383164580268172</id><published>2010-11-08T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T03:22:09.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction and the Future</title><summary type='text'>One of the annoying things about spending time over her is constantly meeting people who believe salvation can be found in America either in getting there or in getting something from there. I love America, it is far from perfect, but it is freaking awesome. I believe that America is the greatest country in the world, not because I'm a redneck gun toting conservative that falls asleep listening </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/4082383164580268172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/11/fiction-and-future.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4082383164580268172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4082383164580268172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/11/fiction-and-future.html' title='Fiction and the Future'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-6638526268173827466</id><published>2010-10-30T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T07:27:08.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For your enjoyment/depression</title><summary type='text'>These are just a few of the articles/headlines found in the local newspaper last Thursday:Several concerning politicsSuspected goat thief arrestedFishmongers protest harassment - officials extorting fish sellersLC1 chairman caned over drunkenness - Youths gave the chairman 10 strokes after repetitively pissing his pants while drunkMan held for killing daughter - Father beat the 13 year old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/6638526268173827466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-your-enjoymentdepression.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6638526268173827466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6638526268173827466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-your-enjoymentdepression.html' title='For your enjoyment/depression'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-1475236542528263715</id><published>2010-10-25T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T03:57:14.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender or die!?!?!?</title><summary type='text'>'Never give up never surrender!'These words echo the sentiment of Churchill's famous speech which galvanized a besieged nation. They have become part of popular culture and the mindset of strong determined people. This mindset is often valued and admired, after all, we don't play to lose.I've always hated losing, playing for "Fun" to me means playing to win. I base this on the fact that you don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/1475236542528263715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/10/surrender-or-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1475236542528263715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1475236542528263715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/10/surrender-or-die.html' title='Surrender or die!?!?!?'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-3027095713610612534</id><published>2010-10-18T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:05:51.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Hate Africa</title><summary type='text'>Things I love about Africa (Uganda in specific):1. Most of the people are nice and the con artists are usually easy to spot.2. The local transport is cheep, as is most of the food (non-western).3. Local ingenuity and complete disregard for anything resembling OSHA standards. 4. The belief that a 125cc motorcycle made in the Mid-East is a perfectly legitimate way to transport: another 125cc </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/3027095713610612534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-and-hate-africa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3027095713610612534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/3027095713610612534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-and-hate-africa.html' title='Love and Hate Africa'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-1288748309931981882</id><published>2010-10-04T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T05:08:05.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road corpses and other things</title><summary type='text'>Road safety in Africa isn't the same as it is in the U.S. The roads are worse, the cars are worse, the drivers are worse, there are no crosswalks, there are only rarely sidewalks, the shoulder and the oncoming lane are often treated as the "other" lane, and pedestrians often treat all three spaces as walkways and living spaces. In other words, people get "knocked" quite a bit out here. I saw a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/1288748309931981882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/10/road-corpses-and-other-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1288748309931981882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1288748309931981882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/10/road-corpses-and-other-things.html' title='Road corpses and other things'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-2715519319409786735</id><published>2010-09-29T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T05:14:56.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Complacency</title><summary type='text'>I was going to write about fighting complacency but then realized that it was just going to be literatic diarrhea for the sake of doing something... kinda strange when you think about it. In any case, I'm not going to inflict that on you.Instead I'll tell you about church from a week and a half ago. I was going to a church I hadn't been to before (seems to happen about every other week), which is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/2715519319409786735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/09/fighting-complacency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2715519319409786735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2715519319409786735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/09/fighting-complacency.html' title='Fighting Complacency'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-7944069501371257407</id><published>2010-08-21T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:48:34.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too much time</title><summary type='text'>I feel busy yet I have nothing to do, at least obligation wise. This last week has been real slow. The ministry trip to Nairobi got postponed, all the kids are away on holiday, I think I've written everything that I have to write for the moment, I'm waiting to hear about decisions concerning Gulu, I can't do anything in the new computer lab until the glass goes in the windows, and the printer is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/7944069501371257407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-much-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7944069501371257407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7944069501371257407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/08/too-much-time.html' title='too much time'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-1744169122284372486</id><published>2010-08-05T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T03:07:13.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice, love, and other issues</title><summary type='text'>This is the post where I come across as a hyper conservative christian who hates gays, at least to those who glance over it and only see what they want to. This is also going to be  along one.A few years ago prop 8 came up for vote in California. Its passing meant that same sex couples were banned from marriage. I voted that year but I didn't vote on prop 8, I found that I couldn't vote for or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/1744169122284372486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/08/justice-love-and-other-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1744169122284372486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1744169122284372486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/08/justice-love-and-other-issues.html' title='Justice, love, and other issues'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5643922609772700429</id><published>2010-07-30T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T04:01:18.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><summary type='text'>I’ve hit a stretch where it is hard to write. I don’t think it’s writers block, at least not in the oppressive mind numbing sense, I just don’t feel like I have that much to say. Great way to start a blog right?What’s even better is I’m preaching on Sunday and I have no idea what to talk about… the upside is that I know I’m preaching several days in advance rather than being told Sunday morning, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5643922609772700429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/07/balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5643922609772700429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5643922609772700429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/07/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-226037102789916889</id><published>2010-07-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:57:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Gulu</title><summary type='text'>I feel like I should post, but the truth is I don't really have anything to say. A lot is going on, but for whatever reason it hasn't effected me yet. So I'm up in Gulu in the northern part of Uganda (heart of the LRA, Invisible Children, issued-up gov't stuff). I spent the last two days interviewing child soldiers and people who had been abducted by the LRA. For some of them it was easy to talk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/226037102789916889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-gulu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/226037102789916889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/226037102789916889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-gulu.html' title='In Gulu'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5274526267139925044</id><published>2010-06-27T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:27:57.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vent</title><summary type='text'>The U.S. lost to Ghana yesterday at the World Cup and I'm not all that sad about it. Don't get me wrong, it sucks, but losing the game convicted me of something. I'm not sure if convict is the right word, maybe just aggressively remind is a better one. The truth is I am easily distracted. Over the last couple weeks I've been spiritually winding down. I don't expect to be on a spiritual high my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5274526267139925044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/06/vent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5274526267139925044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5274526267139925044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/06/vent.html' title='vent'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-2800302522862329093</id><published>2010-06-16T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T02:58:30.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intro</title><summary type='text'>I have arrived at a simplified point in my life. No longer a youth, and not yet “mature”, I’ve seen enough to know a little, and the little that I know is quite nice. I’ve grown up in and around ministry; the lives of both my parents have been etched with an unmistakable passion for God. The force of their lives, mixed with an unmasked reality of the relationship between God and humanity, became </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/2800302522862329093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/06/intro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2800302522862329093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2800302522862329093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/06/intro.html' title='The Intro'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-6427353839874120798</id><published>2010-06-16T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T02:57:41.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><summary type='text'>1. Backtracking to What Matters, or A Preemptive ConclusionI think that I’ve operated out of an incomplete understanding of the gospel for most of my life, and I don’t think that I’m the only one. I think that, for the most part, this is due to the comprehensive nature of the gospel rather than the inadequacies of any one presenter. Let’s look at a familiar statement. Jesus, the Son of God, came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/6427353839874120798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6427353839874120798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/6427353839874120798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-2723697022272832733</id><published>2010-05-31T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T03:35:30.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, but I have to do it</title><summary type='text'>So I watched the end of lost last night (I know, I was a week late, blame Africa) and I need to process it. In other words, if you haven't watched the end yet and you still think you will, stop reading now.In short, I loved it. I was emotionally connected to characters I hadn't really cared about up until that moment, all of the confusion and frayed plot twists were seared off, and I was left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/2723697022272832733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-but-i-have-to-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2723697022272832733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/2723697022272832733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-but-i-have-to-do-it.html' title='Sorry, but I have to do it'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-1580224345763103153</id><published>2010-05-27T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T02:22:24.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Man</title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to think about the concept that a theology born in the library can't survive an encounter with the Holy Spirit, at least not intact. Paul had the greatest theological foundation that books and lecturers could provide, yet after being exposed to Jesus and being filled with the Holy Spirit his theology did an about face and strapped on a rocket pack. If you think about it, the Bible, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/1580224345763103153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/05/rocket-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1580224345763103153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/1580224345763103153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/05/rocket-man.html' title='Rocket Man'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-7057681376729989312</id><published>2010-05-11T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:50:26.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough?</title><summary type='text'>We all want God to talk to us because we think that that is going to fix things. We have problems and challenges facing us, and we think that if God would only speak, everything would be sorted. I'm starting to think that this is not how it usually works. We often work, and want the world to work, systematically and linearly. We face challenges and questions, and we want to get them sorted out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/7057681376729989312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/05/enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7057681376729989312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/7057681376729989312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/05/enough.html' title='Enough?'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-5620023828464929154</id><published>2010-05-04T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:11:10.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does strange become normal just because everyone does it?</title><summary type='text'>Weddings are strange to me. Don't get me wrong, I like them... well, most of them, but that doesn't make them normal. I've been to a bunch of weddings over the last few years and they are all pretty much the same, I mean every wedding is special and unique like a snow flake bla bla bla. Seriously though, in America, in the hills of Thailand, and in Uganda the same formula seems to be followed. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/5620023828464929154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/05/does-strange-become-normal-just-because.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5620023828464929154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/5620023828464929154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/05/does-strange-become-normal-just-because.html' title='Does strange become normal just because everyone does it?'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S-AoXG-gGoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oeMAd7YTpmg/s72-c/DSCN0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-4086939097143876940</id><published>2010-04-24T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T03:26:49.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This guy!"</title><summary type='text'>So I’ve got to say, I’ve been loving the first chapter of Mark lately.  The more I look at it the more I think the author is a genius. Without going into the first 13 verses, in which the entire book, as well as the person, power, and mission of Jesus, is established and is directly tied into all the hopes and expectations of a nation, the last 32 do their own part to blow my mind.The short of it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/4086939097143876940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-guy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4086939097143876940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4086939097143876940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-guy.html' title='&quot;This guy!&quot;'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-8011549517288577063</id><published>2010-04-18T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:25:40.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gospel?</title><summary type='text'>          &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/8011549517288577063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/04/gospel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8011549517288577063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/8011549517288577063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/04/gospel.html' title='The Gospel?'/><author><name>Emmet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02758728975176586446</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/_Ao0o0BDrjNM/S8l4c4zevSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tT_mf-UOwSA/S220/100_0188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738822121174024810.post-4487229188366499605</id><published>2010-04-17T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:44:17.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I doing this? Seriously... why?</title><summary type='text'>It's not that I hate to blog, it's that I hate to think I need to post something to keep it updated. So basically I don't want the responsibility. I actually started a FB page so I wouldn't have to start a blog, now I find myself starting a blog so I don't need to start a web-page, flipping awesome. So much joy.So basically the guy who would sign my checks, if I got checks, asked me to start a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/4487229188366499605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-am-i-doing-this-seriously-why.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4487229188366499605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738822121174024810/posts/default/4487229188366499605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmet-blue.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-am-i-doing-this-seriously-why.html' title='Why am I doing this? 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