<?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-2695394454507987197</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:54:29.953-07:00</updated><category term='religion'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Body Oder'/><title type='text'>Words From the SOAPBOX</title><subtitle type='html'>I have always found it fascinating the men and women who stand on the street corners and preach redemption, hope, and of course fire.  I have always wanted the backbone to do it. Stand up in the middle of the court yard in high school and proclaim JESUS IS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695394454507987197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SQUIRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726931098291612999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OhzQ6SoFnzA/R1VxEOZ4FaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zYWlnSMQ3No/S220/Chicago+010+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695394454507987197.post-913308378720800025</id><published>2009-03-19T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:27:44.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Oder'/><title type='text'>Body Oder or Blasphemy?</title><content type='html'>Alright check this out. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; not much cash in hand.&lt;br /&gt;I though "Man I really need to buy some deodorant". NOT that I was rank. Just a friendly reminder that I was running low. I turn with purpose and marched through the pharmaceutical, through the cosmetics, then to the pet food. "BAH! I went to far". Back through the cosmetics. AND "AH". The angels sang a sweet ode to anti "ode"er. The isle was filled top to bottom side to side with bottles of deodorant. They had every brand, every scent, they even had unscented. If that wasn't too specific? they even offered 6 different consistencies, dry, gel, liquid, spray... I was pleased. But then my pleasure turned to anxiety. Did you know deodorant on average cost 4-7 dollars. WHAT? I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now I'm appalled by the price. I decided to narrow down my choices by price. That wasn't too hard considering there was only one section under 2 dollars. I reach for the first one and stop. I stare at it. I reach again. then Stop.  I hung my head. The cap read something like this " For all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; moments". Are you kidding me. The only one under 2 bucks and it has blasphemy on it. "idiot". Now I was desperate, I continued to search for something under 3 bucks. My choices  two more types.  I read the names and descriptions. After my 10 Commandments experience with the first. the names on the other were....lets just say... i would never say it out loud. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then I became brand bias. I was not going to support potty mouths.&lt;br /&gt;But there was no choices left..... I stood there alone in the isle....compromise or smell....compromise or smell. After twiddling and frantic stares for what seem like 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then HOPE. I middle aged guy come strolling around the corner. I shout "excuse me sir! Can I ask you a question?" He hesitated ....looked around...and said yes with a nervous stutter.&lt;br /&gt;"If you were morally apposed to what something said but you needed it. I gestured to the bottles. Would you compromise....?" He raised his head and said "even if it cost you everything, never compromise."&lt;br /&gt;All those who stayed strong or are staying strong in the faith, not compromising even though it cost them everything. .... and here I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695394454507987197-913308378720800025?l=wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/913308378720800025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695394454507987197&amp;postID=913308378720800025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695394454507987197/posts/default/913308378720800025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695394454507987197/posts/default/913308378720800025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/body-oder-or-blasphemy.html' title='Body Oder or Blasphemy?'/><author><name>SQUIRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726931098291612999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OhzQ6SoFnzA/R1VxEOZ4FaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zYWlnSMQ3No/S220/Chicago+010+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695394454507987197.post-7684630866261077090</id><published>2008-10-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:12:10.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;A year ago Glenn (my youth pastor) Died of brain cancer. Before he died he gave me a CD that he was certain I would identify with. I still can hear the intensity in his voice when he handed me John Waller's Blessing. He said " I know I know you can relate to this." A month later he died. I never listened to the CD until tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I went with my church family to see the "FireProof" Movie. Which was totally God... i wish i was awake enough to blog that. There was a song in the wovie that affected me. In a peircing/conviction/encouraging/peace is in his hands kind of way, I cried over those lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;I told my pastor that night it would be an excellent isle (wedding)song. I would love for it to be the song i walk down the isle to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But for now while I'm waiting. While i'm waiting to thrown my crowns before Jesus.I'm waiting though painful I am hopeful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Read Wallers Explanation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. While I’m Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Psalm 5:3, 27:14, 33:20, 37:7, 38:15, 40:1, Isaiah  30:18, Lamentations 3:24&lt;br /&gt;John Waller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"The explanation for this song is simple, I was waiting on God and I was hurting when I wrote the lyrics. I probably wouldn’t have written &lt;br /&gt;a song if my friend, Mike, hadn’t encouraged me to document what I was going through during that time. I’m sure there are few people &lt;br /&gt;who can’t relate to this song, but the important thing to remember while we’re waiting on God is to not just wait but to actively wait. &lt;br /&gt;Serve, worship and be faithful with what you have, where you are… “even while (you) wait.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am hopeful&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it is painful&lt;br /&gt;But patiently, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;Taking every step in obedience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You&lt;br /&gt;While I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship&lt;br /&gt;While I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will not faint&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be running the race&lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s not easy&lt;br /&gt;But faithfully, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Travelin’ Zoo Music (ASCAP) (admin. by EMI CMG Publishing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695394454507987197-7684630866261077090?l=wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7684630866261077090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695394454507987197&amp;postID=7684630866261077090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695394454507987197/posts/default/7684630866261077090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695394454507987197/posts/default/7684630866261077090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/2008/10/while-im-waiting.html' title='While I&apos;m Waiting...'/><author><name>SQUIRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726931098291612999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OhzQ6SoFnzA/R1VxEOZ4FaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zYWlnSMQ3No/S220/Chicago+010+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695394454507987197.post-6516415576535655699</id><published>2008-10-08T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:12:52.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Intolerance is not Hate</title><content type='html'>"I am the way the truth and the life, no one can see the father except through me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that we can all come together every religion/belief and pray together is a fallacy. The Hindu gods are not my God, they are not the God of the Bible. To say lets come togther and coexist, is saying that all is god, and it is okay. Pantheism is against God and christian religion. Those embracing this tolerant coexistant movement are decieved. It is not love it is saying that their god is less Holy. It saying all is one.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are decieved are not the enemy...they are just decieved. I love them and I pray the One true God will do his will witht hteir lives. I pray that it is in his will they see the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695394454507987197-6516415576535655699?l=wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6516415576535655699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695394454507987197&amp;postID=6516415576535655699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695394454507987197/posts/default/6516415576535655699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695394454507987197/posts/default/6516415576535655699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/2008/10/intolerance-is-not-hate.html' title='Intolerance is not Hate'/><author><name>SQUIRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726931098291612999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OhzQ6SoFnzA/R1VxEOZ4FaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zYWlnSMQ3No/S220/Chicago+010+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695394454507987197.post-4059680257702872378</id><published>2008-10-07T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:08:36.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I - "The Diving Bell and The Butterfly"</title><content type='html'>I have always thought words to be precious and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;I usually find myself in meaningless conversation. No depth...no content.&lt;br /&gt;I've always hated small talk. Usually, when I try to bring the conversation to the next level, i get dismissed. Its lonely. But after watching that "the diving bell and the butterfly" i am now aware, more than ever, of my need to be succinct. Maybe succinct is the wrong word. I need to say what i mean and stop running around it. Life is precious don't waste your breath on things that dont up lift Jesus or waste a single tongue gyration  on a fowl thought toward a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695394454507987197-4059680257702872378?l=wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4059680257702872378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695394454507987197&amp;postID=4059680257702872378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695394454507987197/posts/default/4059680257702872378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695394454507987197/posts/default/4059680257702872378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfromthesoapbox.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-diving-bell-and-butterfly.html' title='I - &quot;The Diving Bell and The Butterfly&quot;'/><author><name>SQUIRL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03726931098291612999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OhzQ6SoFnzA/R1VxEOZ4FaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zYWlnSMQ3No/S220/Chicago+010+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
