<?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-6109930</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:17:02.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prose of Randomness</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my place on the web to put my ramblings.  Probably it will consist of quotes, thoughts, and other random ramblings.  See the thing is, I like to ramble.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-110856380696530885</id><published>2005-02-16T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:23:26.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I think I will cease usage of my Blog and use my Xanga exclusively.  So go here and read.   That means no more posts here.  All posts will be made on my Xanga.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/110856380696530885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=110856380696530885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110856380696530885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110856380696530885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2005/02/ok-so-i-think-i-will-cease-usage-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-110425005445115424</id><published>2004-12-28T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T11:07:34.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've posted on my xanga today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/110425005445115424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=110425005445115424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110425005445115424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110425005445115424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-posted-on-my-xanga-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-110312603224766377</id><published>2004-12-15T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T10:53:52.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So we're coming up on Christmas.  I've been thinking about this for a couple weeks now.  On June 6, 1944, the largest military operation known to man took place.  Thousands of Allied soldiers stormed the fortified beaches of Normady.  In a daring plan with high stakes, Eisenhower gave the go-ahead for a plan that was designed to be the beginning of the end for Hitler and his Nazi armies.  On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/110312603224766377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=110312603224766377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110312603224766377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110312603224766377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-were-coming-up-on-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-110296426830183608</id><published>2004-12-13T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T13:57:48.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me. - Galatians 2:20The apostle of the Gentiles delighted to think that as one of Christ's chosen people, he died upon the cross in Christ.  He did more than believe this doctrinally, he accepted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/110296426830183608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=110296426830183608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110296426830183608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110296426830183608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-been-crucified-with-christ-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-110210163343827580</id><published>2004-12-03T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T14:36:55.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess what? It's Friday!! Heck yeah! Gonna be takin a lil trip to see the woman who makes me lil heart go pitter-patter. I can't wait! It's gonna be freakin awesome. But the time that I am blessed to spend with her pales to the eternity that approaches with the dawning of every day, that I will spend with the true Lover of my soul. Thought I'd leave you kids with some lyrics:We have heard the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/110210163343827580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=110210163343827580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110210163343827580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110210163343827580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/12/guess-what-its-friday-heck-yeah-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-110131268485415976</id><published>2004-11-24T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:11:24.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over the last week or so, two Psalms have been coming up, 107 and 145.  The common theme in them is God's grace.  He hears those who cry out to Him and rescues them.  He also gives them not only their needs, but the desires of their hearts.  Here are some verses from 145:8 The Lord is gracious and full of compassion,Slow to anger and great in mercy.9 The Lord is good to all,And His tender </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/110131268485415976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=110131268485415976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110131268485415976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110131268485415976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/11/over-last-week-or-so-two-psalms-have.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-110114453595125773</id><published>2004-11-22T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T12:28:55.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some random, yet cool quotes I found today.  Also, if anyone knows who said the following, let me know!:"If you have nothing worth dying for, you aren't really living." The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad."- Salvador Dali (1904-1989)"He who has a 'why' to live, can bear with almost any 'how'."- Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)"There is no sincerer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/110114453595125773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=110114453595125773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110114453595125773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110114453595125773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/11/here-are-some-random-yet-cool-quotes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-110062324642872048</id><published>2004-11-16T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T13:49:11.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey ya'll...come join us camping this Friday night at Hanging Rock and hiking on Saturday. Be there or be squ......somewhere else I guess.Also, go check out Anne's blog.  She's got some rockin posts in the last couple days!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/110062324642872048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=110062324642872048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110062324642872048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110062324642872048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/11/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-110028267471802183</id><published>2004-11-12T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:04:34.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well - I know it's been a week since the last post.  It's been a busy one!  In ONE (count it - one) hour, I leave to go see my beautiful Amy.  Woohoo! :D  She just freakin rocks - cuz God freakin rocks and He's making her like him! On a serious note - William is quite sick: both ears infected, frontal sinus infection, and mono.  The problem is, the mono has caused his spleen to be enlarged, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/110028267471802183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=110028267471802183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110028267471802183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/110028267471802183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-i-know-its-been-week-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109969076992540101</id><published>2004-11-05T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:39:29.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man!  I hit the road in just a matter of minutes to see my Beauty!!  I can't wait!  *breaks it down ghetto style* God's got an awesome weekend in store for us.  And I DEF praise Him for the grace that He's given us to carry us to Friday.  I didn't think it would EVER come!  Ya'll have a great weekend, be safe - wash your ears, buckle your seat belts, say your prayers, and tell your mommy you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109969076992540101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109969076992540101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109969076992540101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109969076992540101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-man-i-hit-road-in-just-matter-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109959973749842414</id><published>2004-11-04T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T15:22:51.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So after a couple comments about how I'm slackin on the blog posting, so here's a post. Over the last few weeks, God has been working in two general ideas: faith and His Name. Unfortunately, I don't really have time to elaborate, so that will have to be another time. But I will say that God's faithfulness in those two areas has been astounding and has left me speechless at His power.30.1 hours!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109959973749842414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109959973749842414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109959973749842414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109959973749842414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-after-couple-comments-about-how-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109880784542543607</id><published>2004-10-26T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T11:29:07.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heard an old Clay Crosse song today called “He Walked A Mile.” The chorus goes like this:And every time I close my eyesI see the nails,I hear the criesHe did not keepHimself awayHe was no stranger to my painHe walked a mile in my shoesHe walked a mileI was struck again by the grace and mercy of God. I think the line that really hit me was “He did not keep himself away.” He knew what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109880784542543607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109880784542543607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109880784542543607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109880784542543607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-heard-old-clay-crosse-song-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109846199667501786</id><published>2004-10-22T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:19:56.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my deep post was spurred today by Reliant K.  The song Maybe Its Maybeliene talks about how we committ cosmic treason, and then we pass the blame as quickly as we can.  We are busy rationalizing, denying, enjoying, and living in our sin, we fail to grasp the fact that we condemned Jesus to death with our sin.  Oh God was the one who made it all happen - but we are the reason it happened.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109846199667501786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109846199667501786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109846199667501786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109846199667501786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-my-deep-post-was-spurred-today-by.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109819211971404484</id><published>2004-10-19T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T08:21:59.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh patient Savior, You make me wholeYou are the author and the healer of my soulwhat can I give You Lord what can I sayI know there's no way to repay Youonly to offer You my praiseYour grace still amazes meYour love is still a mysteryeach day i fall on my kneescause Your grace still amazes meYour grace still amazes me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109819211971404484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109819211971404484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109819211971404484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109819211971404484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-patient-savior-you-make-me-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109785091687062232</id><published>2004-10-15T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:37:21.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>William's home on fall break! Yay! I didn't even know he was coming home. How'd I miss that memo? Anyway, I'm sittin on the couch and in he walks. How cool is that? Gonna see a rockin concert tonight: Jars of Clay, Sara Kelley, and somebody else. Gonna have to hustle from work though! I'm thinking I might be changin clothes while I drive *gasp!* I miss have cruise control. Been workin overtime </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109785091687062232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109785091687062232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109785091687062232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109785091687062232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/williams-home-on-fall-break-yay-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109767932457887999</id><published>2004-10-13T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T09:58:05.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charles Spurgeon on the election of the saints:"If the honey in Jonathan's wood when but touched enlightened the eyes, this is honey which will enlighten your heart to love and learn the mysteries of the kingdom of God.  Eat, and fear not a surfeit; live upon this choice dainty, and fear not that it will be too delicate a diet.  Meat from the King's table will hurt none of his courtiers. Desire</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109767932457887999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109767932457887999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109767932457887999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109767932457887999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/charles-spurgeon-on-election-of-saints.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109750167729894545</id><published>2004-10-11T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T08:34:37.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>William's away message this morning - I believe he can now be declared clinically insane:My computer hates me...I know it. PC...where has the love gone? We used to be so close...we were almost...wired. How could you do this to me? I don't want to let Ad-Aware back in, he searches without mercy, and I know you like your privacy-you hide enough files from even me. But, if you force me to, I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109750167729894545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109750167729894545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109750167729894545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109750167729894545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/williams-away-message-this-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109717139583280459</id><published>2004-10-07T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:49:55.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so my lil bro is a sophomore at App St Univ.  He's an RA this year and two of his hall residents decided to say hello in a special way.  Look at this page, then read the rest of this post.Ok, so William was asleep and had taken benedryl cuz he was sick, so he was gone to the world.  His roomie let the two guys in so they could go to work.  They reset William's alarm so he'd wake up in time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109717139583280459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109717139583280459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109717139583280459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109717139583280459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/ok-so-my-lil-bro-is-sophomore-at-app.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109708316552287367</id><published>2004-10-06T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T12:19:25.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The highest science, the loftiest speculation, the mightiest philosophy, which can ever engage the attention of a child of God, is the name, the nature, the person, the work, the doings, and the existence of the great God whom he calls his Father. - Charles Spurgeon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109708316552287367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109708316552287367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109708316552287367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109708316552287367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/highest-science-loftiest-speculation.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109707741912941472</id><published>2004-10-06T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T10:43:39.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In memory of Rodney Dangerfield who passed away this week, here are some of his one liners:My psychiatrist told me I was crazy. I told him I want a second opinion. He said, 'Okay you're ugly too.'I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous – everyone hasn't met me yet.I tell you, this steak still has marks where the jockey was hitting it.I went to a freak </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109707741912941472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109707741912941472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109707741912941472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109707741912941472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-memory-of-rodney-dangerfield-who.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109690913725231799</id><published>2004-10-04T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T11:58:57.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not a bad weekend, saw part of the Duke game - their first win of the season.  When does basketball start again?  We sang It Is Well yesterday in church.  That is possibly one of my favorite hymns ever.  And the arragement was awesome. So I finally remembered to grab my sermon notes from FCC last Sunday.  Mark was speaking from Joshua 7 on the sin of Achan.  Basically, he kept spoils of war.  I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109690913725231799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109690913725231799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109690913725231799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109690913725231799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-bad-weekend-saw-part-of-duke-game.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109654995877756123</id><published>2004-09-30T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T08:12:38.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading Psalm 73 this morning.  It's a fascinating story of how Asaph almost walked away from God.  Why?  Because he saw that wicked were prospering.  He saw that they were strong, successful, prideful, and dared the God of heaven and yet were not struck down.  It left Asaph questioning his faith.  He was troubled by it and wrestled with it daily.  Then comes verse 17: "Until I went into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109654995877756123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109654995877756123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109654995877756123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109654995877756123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-was-reading-psalm-73-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109646299428227738</id><published>2004-09-29T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T09:05:18.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately, I left my notes at the house, so ya'll will have to wait on a post about the sermon on Sunday. But last night I read a news article about some college kids who turned a couple vehicles from running on petroleum fuel to vegetable oil. Yes kiddies, I said vegetable oil. The students are doing a cross country trip and said that your car can fill up at the same place you do. In fact, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109646299428227738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109646299428227738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109646299428227738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109646299428227738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/unfortunately-i-left-my-notes-at-house.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109629196018919823</id><published>2004-09-27T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T09:49:13.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a stellar weekend up in the NoVa area. It definately rocked out hardcore 8). Haha. Lots of awesome, sweet fellowship and lots of food. :D Let's see, quick recap: Cosmic Ghetto bowling and IHOP Fri night (out past my bedtime), sweet time with God Sat morning, chillin with the Ledermans Sat afternoon, Anne's party sat night, out waay past my bedtime (again - but really awesome), incredible time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109629196018919823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109629196018919823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109629196018919823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109629196018919823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/had-stellar-weekend-up-in-nova-area.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109602951444123832</id><published>2004-09-24T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T09:52:52.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Friday! Ok, last night was just awesome. Me and JT (our assoc pastor) and Julie (a lady in our church) went and visited this family. The mom (single mom of three) got saved about a month and a half ago, her 16 y/o who's been kicked out of school got saved on Sunday, and then last night, we had the honor of introducing her to daughters to Jesus! How freakin awesome is that!?! Then afterwards,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109602951444123832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109602951444123832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109602951444123832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109602951444123832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-friday-ok-last-night-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109596028231689283</id><published>2004-09-23T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:24:42.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Mom's taking her classes (she teaches a couple different subjects in high school) down to the beach tomorrow.  Well, not to go to the beach.  They're gonna see some historic stuff in Beaufort like a maritime musem and Fort Macon.  Ft Macon's pretty cool.  And then they're going out on big boat and hittin the open sea in search of dolphins.  They're also gonna see Shackleford Island with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109596028231689283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109596028231689283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109596028231689283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109596028231689283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-moms-taking-her-classes-she-teaches.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109587317763210479</id><published>2004-09-22T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T12:12:57.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Possible reasons the chicken crossed the road:Plato: for the greater good.Karl Marx: It was historical inevitability.Douglass Adams: 42Oliver North: National security was at stake.Darwin: It was the next logical step after coming down from the treesEarnest Hemmingway: To die. In the rain.Saddam Hussein: It was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109587317763210479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109587317763210479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109587317763210479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109587317763210479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/possible-reasons-chicken-crossed-road.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109579164682425071</id><published>2004-09-21T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T13:35:06.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fantasy Football update: 5-0 this week, 9-1 overall...Huah!From Sarah Johnson's profile:Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.But the roses are faded, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl is empty, and so is your head.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109579164682425071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109579164682425071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109579164682425071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109579164682425071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/fantasy-football-update-5-0-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109568609625473262</id><published>2004-09-20T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T08:14:56.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had fun at the beach.  The weather wasn't so bad, so we still had fun.  But driving down was another story.  God's power was definately on display.  My poor car and I were totally at the mercy of God between the wind, rain, and hail.  It was quite an adventure.  I wasn't sure when I was hydroplaning and when I wasn't.  I got off the highway a couple times, once in Rocky Mount and killed some time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109568609625473262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109568609625473262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109568609625473262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109568609625473262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/had-fun-at-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109543642834176671</id><published>2004-09-17T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T15:22:30.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well since my post got stolen, I'm not quite sure what I'll post. I'm going to the beach tonight for the weekend. That should be fun. Gonna have a nice, gentle, friendly game of football. Riiight. They say you won't break any bones getting tackled in sand. And can I just say I'm still growing as this whole older brother thing. Gotta remember to get some windshield wiper blades for my car. Yeah, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109543642834176671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109543642834176671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109543642834176671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109543642834176671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-since-my-post-got-stolen-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109526221768459035</id><published>2004-09-15T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T10:30:17.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who can know the thoughts of the Lord?  His knowledge is above knowing.  Who can stand before the Lord? He is power and majesty are above all.  His sword causes the skies to tremble.   His steps make the mountains crumble.  His voice shakes the foundations of the temple.  The Name of the Lord is above all.  There is nothing in the heavens, on the earth or under the earth that compare to His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109526221768459035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109526221768459035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109526221768459035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109526221768459035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/who-can-know-thoughts-of-lord-his.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109518232473220827</id><published>2004-09-14T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T12:18:44.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have a new title...does it fit the scheme any better?  I still haven't had a chance to fix up the site.  Oh well.  There's been some crazy things going on in the world, suspicious explosions in North Korea, Volcanoes in Japan and Hawaii, Hurricanes in the Gulf. Can I just say that Allison's growing up.  I'm not quite sure what to think or feel. God's been doing stuff this week, haha - i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109518232473220827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109518232473220827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109518232473220827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109518232473220827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-i-have-new-title.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109484170630073645</id><published>2004-09-10T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T13:41:46.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>William's on his way home for the weekend! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109484170630073645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109484170630073645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109484170630073645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109484170630073645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/williams-on-his-way-home-for-weekend-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109473663174094352</id><published>2004-09-09T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T08:30:31.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our internet has been messed up at the house, so I haven't been able to fix my blog, but I did manage to burn some pics and bring them to work and upload them on my yahoo photo album.  You should check out the Sanibel Island ones from April too.  I had to go there on business.  It was really gorgeous there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109473663174094352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109473663174094352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109473663174094352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109473663174094352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/our-internet-has-been-messed-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109457267386558949</id><published>2004-09-07T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T10:57:53.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - so I switched to a new template, and my blog's all messed up...grrrrr</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109457267386558949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109457267386558949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109457267386558949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109457267386558949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/ok-so-i-switched-to-new-template-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109456782416804441</id><published>2004-09-07T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:37:04.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had an awesome time at Hanging Rock on Saturday!  I took pics of it, can you believe it?  Not just a couple, I took about 60 of them!!  Though I doubt many of them will turn out to be any good, it's a step in the right direction as I used to be the guy who couldn't even use up a disposable camera at a week long event.  haha.  Hopefully I'll get them posted tonight or tomorrow!  But if you wanna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109456782416804441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109456782416804441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109456782416804441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109456782416804441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/had-awesome-time-at-hanging-rock-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109421581828904684</id><published>2004-09-03T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T07:50:18.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gas into work: $3clothes for work: $40The office providing me with donuts, bagels, OJ (yes, OJ), and tootsie roll pops for breakfast: pricelessYeah, so it was dorky...but I'm in a good mood.  Why?  Cuz God is oh so good.  He's more tastey than all the tastey things the world has to offer and more satisfying than a 16oz porterhouse steak (but I'll take both!).  And on top of being blessed with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109421581828904684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109421581828904684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109421581828904684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109421581828904684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/09/gas-into-work-3-clothes-for-work-40.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109388724446369564</id><published>2004-08-30T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T12:42:40.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So what to post today? Well, other than wet socks from the tropical storm and finding out my frozen dinner can't be microwaved in the container it comes in, my day's going well. God has proven Himself simply amazing the last couple weeks. His faithfulness to our santification completely overwhelms me. I hope we all are humbled when God continues His work in us so that we will be a spotless Bride,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109388724446369564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109388724446369564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109388724446369564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109388724446369564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-what-to-post-today-well-other-than.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109363066519670941</id><published>2004-08-27T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T13:18:33.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading last night in Jeremiah. It was the typical story of Israel shunning God and embracing their sin. So God told them that He was going to bring down the Babylonians to all but destroy Israel. But in the same breath, God makes two astounding promises. First: He will preserve a remnant in Israel. He will take Israel to the brink, but in His faithfulness to His word, He will spare Israel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109363066519670941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109363066519670941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109363066519670941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109363066519670941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-was-reading-last-night-in-jeremiah.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109331489690316082</id><published>2004-08-23T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:36:17.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Oh, so He's safe then?" asked Susan. "SAFE?!?" cried Mr Beaver, "Of course He's not safe! But He's good." - C S LewisTake my heart, I Lay it downAt the feet of you whose crownedTake my life, I’m letting goI lift it upto You who’s thronedAnd I will worship You, LordOnly You, LordAnd I will bow down before YouOnly You LordTake my fret, take my fearAll I have, I’m leaving hereBe all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109331489690316082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109331489690316082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109331489690316082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109331489690316082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh-so-hes-safe-then-asked-susan.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109297006234652510</id><published>2004-08-19T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T21:47:42.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This evening I finished mowing the yard.  I love mowing the yard.  There's just something about the smell of freshly cut grass.  And something about breathing in all dust and pollen for my alergies, and all the little bugs biting me, and the sore back from having a poorly designed seat.  haha.  seriously though, I really do like mowing the yard.  It usually ends up being quality time with God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109297006234652510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109297006234652510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109297006234652510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109297006234652510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-evening-i-finished-mowing-yard.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109267922336489192</id><published>2004-08-16T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T13:00:23.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've tried posting a couple times this weekend, but oh well. Anyway, I've mentioned before that we've been going through Romans at church. God has been showing me two things the last few weeks: His Holiness and sovereignty. Well, more than that. How can you dissect out one attribute of God? He is who He is and His divine attributes are both intrinsically and causally bound to Him.  Anyway.  Two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109267922336489192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109267922336489192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109267922336489192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109267922336489192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-tried-posting-couple-times-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109222952933729533</id><published>2004-08-11T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T11:18:02.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh...the breakfast of champions: a glass of chocolate milk, S'mores poptarts..an hour later gummy bears and Dr Pepper. Speaking of gummy bears, does anyone remember the Gummy Bear cartoon? They had an awesome theme song. And good news sports fans....the NFL pre-season is upon us and so it is that time again to set up your fantasy football teams. In related news, I'm not real impressed with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109222952933729533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109222952933729533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109222952933729533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109222952933729533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109222628909660668</id><published>2004-08-11T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T07:11:29.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - here's a quick post.  I'll do a "real" post later when I have more time.  Haha...ok Nate.  Which one is this from?  "It feels so weird..."  Name which Muppet Movie, the scene, and the character. Haha. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109222628909660668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109222628909660668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109222628909660668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109222628909660668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-heres-quick-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109112506349417370</id><published>2004-07-29T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T13:17:43.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, there's no fire in the fireplace/There's no carpet on the floor/Don't try to order dinner/There's no kitchen anymore/But if the road's been kinda bumpy/And you need to rest a spell/Well, welcome home to Happiness HotelIf you've got luggage keep it handy/But you're running out of luck/'Cause the bellhops ain't to organized/And the elevator's stuck/Still if you don't mind friendly animals/And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109112506349417370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109112506349417370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109112506349417370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109112506349417370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/07/oh-theres-no-fire-in-fireplacetheres.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109095373421211018</id><published>2004-07-27T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T13:42:14.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was listening to Derek Webb the other day and the song "Awake My Soul" caught my attention.  Since the time we were little kids (i'm assuming anyway), we've been taught that we are unable to save ourselves.  Verses like Eph 2:8,9 "For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast."  When I heard this song </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109095373421211018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109095373421211018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109095373421211018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109095373421211018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-was-listening-to-derek-webb-other.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109032828280295847</id><published>2004-07-20T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T09:09:45.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will extol You, my God, O King; And I will bless Your name forever and ever.  Every day I will bless You, And I will praise Your name forever and ever. Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; And His greatness is unsearchable. One generation shall praise Your works to another, And shall declare Your mighty acts. I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty, And on Your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109032828280295847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109032828280295847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109032828280295847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109032828280295847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-will-extol-you-my-god-o-king-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-109027326236058726</id><published>2004-07-19T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T16:46:49.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - let me recap the weekend:   Made the trip up in 3.5 hours (*cough*), Getting things thrown at me (amy) during Spidey 2 while being annoyed by the kid with flashy shoes and the lady who's cell phone rang (for three minutes) and then pretended it wasn't hers, INTENTIONALLY walking into poles numerous times (had to show how the stunt people did it), seein justin and sara's place and their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/109027326236058726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=109027326236058726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109027326236058726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/109027326236058726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/07/ok-let-me-recap-weekend-want-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108997944212186867</id><published>2004-07-16T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T07:04:02.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell me how much this rocks.  I'm gonna be heading up to Virginny here in a lil bit to chill.  And I'm gonna get to Michael W Smith, Mercy Me, and David Crowder Band.  Yeah.  Good weekend in store.  :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108997944212186867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108997944212186867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108997944212186867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108997944212186867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/07/tell-me-how-much-this-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108981508902174197</id><published>2004-07-14T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T09:24:49.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simply amazing how God works.  Someone left a comment on my blog calling me out.  It worked.  So, whomever - thank you. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108981508902174197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108981508902174197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108981508902174197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108981508902174197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/07/simply-amazing-how-god-works.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108975439641257303</id><published>2004-07-13T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T16:35:58.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yano, I'm a stupid man, and I do stupid things.  I don't mean that sarcastically, I just am.  It's a result of sin.  I totally know what Paul meant when he wrote "the things I don't want to do, I do; and the things I want to do, I don't." That's my paraphrase of course - but you get the idea.  I have struggles (as we all do), and sometimes I honor God with my decisions.  The rest of time though, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108975439641257303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108975439641257303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108975439641257303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108975439641257303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/07/yano-im-stupid-man-and-i-do-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108920360107527403</id><published>2004-07-07T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T07:36:59.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What an amazing weekend.  God did so much.  Haha - someone asked me the other day what God had been doing in my life lately - because my blog had only had random quotes and stuff.  Well...I'm working on something "deep" for a change.  But here's a story to keep all you strange people who actually read these ramblings pacified until I finish the real post:Ok - before Amy or Amanda try to tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108920360107527403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108920360107527403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108920360107527403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108920360107527403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-amazing-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108783696926854262</id><published>2004-06-21T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T11:56:54.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you remember being little and sitting in the backseat of the car, and not being able to see anything? That's sort of how I feel right now. I know God's driving, and I know he knows where we're going but it is still very hard to sit still and not complain and wonder, "Are we there yet??" This is where faith has to be put into action. This is where I stop just talking about trusting the Lord </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108783696926854262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108783696926854262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108783696926854262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108783696926854262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/06/do-you-remember-being-little-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108783675321147696</id><published>2004-06-21T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T11:52:33.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm ready for a Christianity that "ruins" my life, that captures my heart and makes me uncomfortable.  I want to be filled with an astonishment, which is so captivating that I am considered wild and unpredictable...and well...so dangerous.  Yes, I want to be "dangerous" to a dull and boring religion.  I want a faith that is considered "dangerous" by our predictable and monotonous culture." ~Mike</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108783675321147696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108783675321147696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108783675321147696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108783675321147696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-ready-for-christianity-that-ruins.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108766512132760687</id><published>2004-06-19T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T12:12:01.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What goes into the Mind, comes out in Life...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108766512132760687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108766512132760687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108766512132760687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108766512132760687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-goes-into-mind-comes-out-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108708274605343138</id><published>2004-06-12T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T18:25:46.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the Dog lives on...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108708274605343138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108708274605343138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108708274605343138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108708274605343138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-dog-lives-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108618617466997076</id><published>2004-06-02T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T09:22:54.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The American Dream?  "He who dies with the most toys, still dies."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108618617466997076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108618617466997076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108618617466997076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108618617466997076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/06/american-dream-he-who-dies-with-most.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108610242256336971</id><published>2004-06-01T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T10:07:02.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The danger is that the soul should persuade itself that it is not hungry.- Simon Weil</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108610242256336971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108610242256336971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108610242256336971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108610242256336971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/06/danger-is-that-soul-should-persuade.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108566623822732667</id><published>2004-05-27T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T08:57:18.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read these posts by Connie - you WILL be challenged, I guarantee:Part IPart IIPart III</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108566623822732667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108566623822732667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108566623822732667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108566623822732667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/05/read-these-posts-by-connie-you-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108526881426550810</id><published>2004-05-22T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T18:33:34.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - so it's been one week officially!!! Yay!  How awesome is that?!?Though that is worth a post in and of itself, I'll go ahead and add something from good ol' Tozer (on standing before the Lord):"First of all, he should put away all defense and make no attempt to excuse himself either in his own eyes or before the Lord.  Whoever defends himself will have for himself for his defense, and he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108526881426550810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108526881426550810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108526881426550810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108526881426550810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/05/ok-so-its-been-one-week-officially-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108465665027520720</id><published>2004-05-15T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T16:30:50.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well - I am bowing to the cries for a new post (I can't believe ya'll actually read this thing).  What is God's justice?  Who defines what is just?  Who defines what is fair?  In Luke 13, Jesus is responding to an outcry about Jews being murdered by Pilate when they were at the temple sacrificing.  Jesus responds with a question, "Were those who were killed at the temple worse sinners than the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108465665027520720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108465665027520720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108465665027520720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108465665027520720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-i-am-bowing-to-cries-for-new-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108369568347742067</id><published>2004-05-04T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:38:36.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>War doesn't create character. It reveals it.  - J.C. Watts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108369568347742067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108369568347742067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108369568347742067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108369568347742067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/05/war-doesnt-create-character.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108345319407365309</id><published>2004-05-01T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T19:07:45.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was basically my quiet time today.  Overwhelmed by the Merciful.1And you He made alive, who were dead in trespasses and sins, 2 in which you once walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit who now works in the sons of disobedience, 3 among whom also we all once conducted ourselves in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108345319407365309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108345319407365309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108345319407365309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108345319407365309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-was-basically-my-quiet-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108315700656036901</id><published>2004-04-28T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T08:01:02.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"War is Hell." - William T. Sherman, General, US Army"War is an ugly thing...but not the ugliest of things...he who feels that war is worth nothing...he who has..nothing worth dying for...is a miserable creature, and will never be free unless made and kept so by the exertions of men better than himself." - John Stuart MillsI was going to post things about what I've been reading and stuff that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108315700656036901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108315700656036901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108315700656036901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108315700656036901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/04/war-is-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108273013608798923</id><published>2004-04-23T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:26:24.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My bro's about as nutty as me.  His most recent away message:WooooWeeeeeWoooW! Sleep...it calleth...but I can't findeth! ..... Maybe its hiding under my covers from some monster it thinks is hiding in our frig...(it smells like there could be one in there)...Mr. Sandman, he never comes by anymore. I think he felt offended when he saw me using his unused sand for a litter box. We don't have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108273013608798923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108273013608798923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108273013608798923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108273013608798923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-bros-about-as-nutty-as-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108239233242136065</id><published>2004-04-19T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T11:36:15.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From William's away message:O summer, hold thy freedom back from us no longer!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108239233242136065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108239233242136065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108239233242136065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108239233242136065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/04/from-williams-away-message-o-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108238013679713402</id><published>2004-04-19T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T08:13:09.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing - Edmond Burke</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108238013679713402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108238013679713402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108238013679713402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108238013679713402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/04/only-thing-necessary-for-evil-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108203926802344543</id><published>2004-04-15T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T09:31:45.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was driving into work today, I was getting off I85 onto the Freeway and I saw off in the distance two helicopters in formation.  I couldn't tell what they were from that distance - though I knew they weren't Hueys, Blackhawks, or Jolly Green Giants (I forget what their real name is - they're bigger than Blackhawks and we use them for SAR).  Then I recognized the type of helicopter they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108203926802344543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108203926802344543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108203926802344543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108203926802344543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/04/when-i-was-driving-into-work-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108194960008622777</id><published>2004-04-14T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T08:37:16.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ben's random thoughts for the day...well...for the moment.  I'm sure there will be more today.  And sorry ya'll, they're not too crazy - I'm too tired to be a madman today.  So if anyone wants to donate food, sleep, or to come do my job so I can sleep, I'll let you right it off on your taxes.* I'm going up to Asheville this weekend.  We're going camping on Friday nite.  But did anyone notice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108194960008622777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108194960008622777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108194960008622777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108194960008622777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/04/bens-random-thoughts-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108117787233837121</id><published>2004-04-05T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T10:14:56.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stole this from my lil bro's away message...I don't know where he got it from...How long How wideIs the love of ChristHow deep How high Is the love of ChristIt would take ten thousand lifetimesTo comprehend, a love withno beginningA love that knows no endMore than any heart could measureor ever holdHis love could fill the oceans'Til they overflowedHigher than the mountains</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108117787233837121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108117787233837121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108117787233837121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108117787233837121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-stole-this-from-my-lil-bros-away.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108077335903574476</id><published>2004-03-31T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:52:56.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL.  I just read my comments from the post with Casting Crowns.  Ya'll are nuts.  Haha.  I didn't know people paid that much attention to this thing.  I'll have some CRAZY stories when I get home!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108077335903574476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108077335903574476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108077335903574476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108077335903574476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-108077326443303406</id><published>2004-03-31T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:51:21.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - yes it's been a long time since I've posted.  I've been really busy.  Good stuff.  But I'm getting ready to head out of town for work.  I'm going to Sanibel Harbour Spa and Resort.  Awesome huh?  Anyway, I was thinking about how blessed I am to live in NC, and then Buddy Jewel's new song came on.  Really cool stuff.  Reminds me of that awesome quote, "American by birth, Southern by the grace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/108077326443303406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=108077326443303406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108077326443303406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/108077326443303406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-yes-its-been-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107998549189135186</id><published>2004-03-22T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T15:01:36.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bought the Casting Crowns CD on Sat.  I really like this song "The Voice of Truth":Oh what I would do to haveThe kind of faith it takes to climb out of this boat I'm inOn to the crashing wavesTo step out of my comfort zoneInto the realm of the unknown where Jesus isAnd He's holding out His handBut the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at meReminding me of all the times I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107998549189135186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107998549189135186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107998549189135186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107998549189135186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/bought-casting-crowns-cd-on-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107997513836264076</id><published>2004-03-22T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:09:03.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL!!  These are from TJ's away message:"The male is a domestic animal which, if treated with firmness and kindness, can be trained to do most things.""What would men be without women? Scarce, sir, mighty scarce." "Those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others." (can we say the Democratic Nominee for President?)"I am free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107997513836264076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107997513836264076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107997513836264076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107997513836264076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/lol-these-are-from-tjs-away-message.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107981890448336431</id><published>2004-03-20T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T16:46:05.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no safe investment.  To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything, and you heart will certainly be wronged and possibly be broken.  If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal.  Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.  But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107981890448336431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107981890448336431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107981890448336431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107981890448336431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/there-is-no-safe-investment.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107944516043784000</id><published>2004-03-16T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T08:55:56.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever held in doubtWhat this life is all aboutHave you questioned all these things that seemimportant to usDo you really wanna knowOr are you a little scaredYou're afraid that God is not exactly what you'd hadHim beWhat should I hold to and what should I doHow do I know if anything's trueI'm somewhere in-between Canaan and EgyptA place called the wildernessGod do you really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107944516043784000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107944516043784000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107944516043784000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107944516043784000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/have-you-ever-held-in-doubt-what-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107902315125009231</id><published>2004-03-11T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T11:42:20.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Borrowed from a friend's away message: "Everything you are facing also passes before the heart of God before it happens...and this too shall pass." - random lady at Barnes and Noble</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107902315125009231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107902315125009231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107902315125009231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107902315125009231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/borrowed-from-friends-away-message.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107902018342554587</id><published>2004-03-11T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T10:52:52.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya'll need to read Connie's post today!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107902018342554587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107902018342554587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107902018342554587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107902018342554587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/yall-need-to-read-connies-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107894713760882461</id><published>2004-03-10T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T14:35:26.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not about me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107894713760882461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107894713760882461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107894713760882461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107894713760882461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-not-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107884363502874141</id><published>2004-03-09T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T09:50:21.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No more names, I've been changed, but you call it strangeTo tell my mother 'n father truth off the true God's pageI was saying if you ve been sinning pursue God's graceI ve been shooed off and spit at like Rudolph the Reindeer But I kept shinin a lamplight that I can't stifleYou best believe somebody paid for my revivalCall the name of Christ and go find a BibleFact is I can't deny that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107884363502874141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107884363502874141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107884363502874141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107884363502874141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/no-more-names-ive-been-changed-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107861795907919384</id><published>2004-03-06T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T19:11:26.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Human beings are the only creature that is guilty of cosmic treason.  Do the oceans tell their Creator that they will no longer flow and ebb with the tide?  Or does the earth say that it will no longer turn?  Or does the nightingale refuse to sing?  No, man is the only creature that openly defies and rebels against the Master.  So the question is not, why does a just God forgive man?  But rather,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107861795907919384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107861795907919384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107861795907919384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107861795907919384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/human-beings-are-only-creature-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107849773559776431</id><published>2004-03-05T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T09:45:16.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Cry to Jehovah Saboath in the night: "In thee, O LORD, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness. Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: be thou my strong rock, for an house of defence to save me. For thou art my rock and my fortress; therefore for thy name's sake lead me, and guide me. Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me: for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107849773559776431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107849773559776431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107849773559776431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107849773559776431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-cry-to-jehovah-saboath-in-night-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107841113011543968</id><published>2004-03-04T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T09:41:49.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rather than type it up again, just go read Mel's post today...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107841113011543968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107841113011543968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107841113011543968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107841113011543968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/rather-than-type-it-up-again-just-go.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107825238791163853</id><published>2004-03-02T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T13:36:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heard or read somewhere someone talking about a scene from The Passion.  When Jesus was on the Cross, a soldier stabbed him with a spear to see if he was dead.  Blood and water poured out on the head of the soldier, who immediately fell to his knees.  We sang a hymn on Sunday called "There Is a Fountain Filled With Blood."  Which I believe is based on a verse I read in Zechariah 13:1 - "In that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107825238791163853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107825238791163853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107825238791163853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107825238791163853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-heard-or-read-somewhere-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107801386598528875</id><published>2004-02-28T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T19:20:39.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seen in a friend's profile: "Death is permanent.  Your problems are temporary."  What's really important?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107801386598528875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107801386598528875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107801386598528875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107801386598528875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/seen-in-friends-profile-death-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107800338312307951</id><published>2004-02-28T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T16:25:56.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, at the risk of sobbing at work, I'm going to try to relate seeing the Passion of the Christ.  I saw it on Wed night - we (my fam) went with my church.  I think I made it 10 mins before I started crying.  If you haven't seen it, you should - but be ready...your world will be rocked.  You will be broke.  I believe that in the present Church, we gloss over the Suffering and Crucifiction.  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107800338312307951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107800338312307951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107800338312307951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107800338312307951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-at-risk-of-sobbing-at-work-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107772288234956679</id><published>2004-02-25T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T10:56:29.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, last week was pretty much a blur.  Though I had a blast hanging out with my most bodacious peeps.  Hehe.  We're going through Romans at church.  In fact, this is just the second week.  I'm sooo excited.  God worked it out for me to get to do an inductive study class on the first half of Romans my last semester in college.  It's AMAZING.  I LOVE Romans.  It's freeing, convicting, makes my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107772288234956679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107772288234956679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107772288234956679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107772288234956679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-last-week-was-pretty-much-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107771489365565493</id><published>2004-02-25T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T08:17:42.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey ya'll...I'll do a real post here in a bit...but this is really funny: Speech Test.  While this is NOT an indicator of where you fall in regards to the Mason-Dixon line, it is pretty funny.  My result was: "92% Dixie.  Is General Lee your Father?"  Let me know what ya'll get.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107771489365565493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107771489365565493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107771489365565493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107771489365565493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107763570959514204</id><published>2004-02-24T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T10:19:52.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL!...so funny.  This is TJ's away message: "Understanding guys is like hot ironing a silk shirt...it will just burn you out!"  Well, no worries ladies.  We're not one up on ya'll cuz ya'll DEF keep us guys guessing!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107763570959514204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107763570959514204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107763570959514204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107763570959514204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107763489417968907</id><published>2004-02-24T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T10:16:39.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see...lots to say.  But first, my lil munchkin's growin up.  She has an "escort" for the sports banquet/homecoming dinner.  I agree with Kelly's dad..."sounds like a date to me."  Amy was pretty emphatic about how I need to chill out and not worry about it.  She pointed out that her dad didn't come beat me up when she and I went to the Duke game.  And Mel prohibited me having our firearms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107763489417968907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107763489417968907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107763489417968907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107763489417968907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107754594396403264</id><published>2004-02-23T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T09:50:02.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My co-worker just came in and announced that her boyfriend is now her fiance!  He proposed to her last night at a concert.  I asked her if she slept any last night and her response was "of course not!"  Haha.  It was so funny.  Not too long ago her fiance (then bf) told her it would be a while *ahem* like two years before they got engaged.  Well, she believed him.  But he had already bought the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107754594396403264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107754594396403264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107754594396403264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107754594396403264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-co-worker-just-came-in-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107754528269945570</id><published>2004-02-23T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T09:10:49.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Whew*  Man...what a weekend!...well..it was more than just the weekend.  I spent Wednesday through last night with my favorite people (well...almost all my favorite people).  It was jam packed with blessing, sweet fellowship, late night/mid-morning dastardly deeds, and some really unpleasantly learned lessons (I think I'm going to hire a full time executive assistant to follow me around so that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107754528269945570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107754528269945570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107754528269945570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107754528269945570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/whew-man.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107722122409405851</id><published>2004-02-19T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T15:10:00.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The following is an awesome quote:It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly...who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107722122409405851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107722122409405851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107722122409405851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107722122409405851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/following-is-awesome-quote-it-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107719678518302202</id><published>2004-02-19T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:17:15.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Amy and I had a blast last night at the Duke game.  Sadly they lost.  I will spare all of you my ESPN Sportscenter analysis of the game.  It was def disappointing.  But we had lots of adventures starting with my miscommunication about picking Amy up...and circling the coliseum from a few blocks out....and entering the building as far away as possible from our seats...then exiting the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107719678518302202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107719678518302202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107719678518302202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107719678518302202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-amy-and-i-had-blast-last-night-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107707370145099728</id><published>2004-02-17T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:11:00.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." - Edmond Burke</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107707370145099728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107707370145099728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107707370145099728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107707370145099728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/only-thing-necessary-for-triumph-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107707359154071661</id><published>2004-02-17T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:09:10.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a couple days since I've posted.  New Orleans went well.  Though I had to deal with all the crowd and traffic and logistical complications from Mardi Gras.  And no, I did not go to Bourbon street.  I did go through the rest of the French Quarter, which is really cool.  Had some AWESOME shrimp for lunch that day.  Otherwise the event was uneventful.  Tomorrow, I'm going with Amy to see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107707359154071661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107707359154071661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107707359154071661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107707359154071661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-been-couple-days-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107669182307569565</id><published>2004-02-13T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T12:06:16.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...heading down to New Orleans today for work.  Gotta do a conference down there.  Should be fun.  I'm looking forward to walking in the rain around the french quarter...cept I just realized all I have is my pull-over fleece...*sigh*  Talk to ya'll on the flip side! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107669182307569565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107669182307569565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107669182307569565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107669182307569565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107659211185979720</id><published>2004-02-12T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:35:13.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha - this is from an away message from a friend at school....brings back the wonderful times of procrastination (waiting until about 8pm to write the 10 page paper due at 8am the next morning)..."hmm...I guess I should start that two page "thought paper" that was due yesterday...I'm  beginning to understand Ben's final semester apathy thing...unfortunately it won't help me with this paper...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107659211185979720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107659211185979720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107659211185979720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107659211185979720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/haha-this-is-from-away-message-from.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107659203095442943</id><published>2004-02-12T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T08:23:02.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - so apparently I'm getting old.  It took me almost 30 mins this morning (while riding in to work with Dad) to remember Chris Tomlin's name.  "Not To Us" came on the radio and I mentioned I like this song and that I have it on CD.  Dad asked who it was............ (the pause continued for the aforementioned 30 mins) ......... I finally remembered about 5 mins before we got to where I work.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107659203095442943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107659203095442943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107659203095442943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107659203095442943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/ok-so-apparently-im-getting-old.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109930.post-107653893288508156</id><published>2004-02-11T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:38:03.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been reading "The Holiness of God" by RC Sproul.  If you haven't got - go buy it.  And drop everything else you're reading (aside from the Bible) to read it.  It's awesome.  Sproul made the connection of what happens when sinful man comes into the presence of God.  He noted what happened with Peter and with Isaiah.  Isaiah (in Isaiah 6) fell down and cried I am ruined,  I am a man of unclean</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/feeds/107653893288508156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109930&amp;postID=107653893288508156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107653893288508156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109930/posts/default/107653893288508156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjammn79.blogspot.com/2004/02/ive-been-reading-holiness-of-god-by-rc.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
