<?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-5736891548240034505</id><updated>2011-09-13T04:52:22.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this guy?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-6193357950285845406</id><published>2010-11-27T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:13:05.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haggai</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read Haggai? Well I haven't, nor many of the other minor prophets for that matter. There are some Old Testament books that can really speak to me, Genesis, Numbers, 1 and 2 Samuel, Job, Jonah, but never did I think that God would use the prophet Haggai to get my attention the way He did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haggai was the prophet at the time the first wave of Israelites left Babylon and returned to Jerusalem. God spoke to Haggai, to warn the Israelites that it was unacceptable to build their houses before God's house was built. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it a time for you yourselves to dwell in your paneled houses, while this house lies in ruins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this apply to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize how much I think of myself and what I want before I think of what God desires and what He wants me to do. I mean how often am I listening and obeying because He said so? Or am I obeying because it lines up with what I want to do, first? Where does my heart lie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now, therefore, thus says the LORD of hosts: Consider your ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should impact everything I do, from what I buy, to what I eat, to how I act, and to why I do the things I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israelites were called to rebuild the temple, but why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go up to the hills and bring wood and build the house, that I may take pleasure in it and that I may be glorified, says the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were to build it so that God would be glorified... the exact reason we were made, to glorify the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Haggai, goes on, to why they are always thirsty and hungry is because the temple laid in ruins while they went along with their day, building their own homes. What if this exact thing happens to us. Seeing that our bodies are now called temples where God's Spirit dwells.(1 Corinthians 6:19-20) When we separate ourselves from God by disobedience and selfish ambition, we grow spiritually thirsty and hungry. But praise God there is repentance and that He truly never leaves us or forsakes us. (Hebrews 13:5) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I put "considering my ways" into action? I don't have prophet on hand to tell me when I screw up and fall away from God, no, I have something even better. I have the Holy Spirit that lives in me and directs and guides me. I believe also convicts me of my sin. How do I know what the Spirit is saying? I read God's Word and be obedient to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, show me the times where I am putting myself before you, that I might repent. I need help keeping God as my focus, by the power of the Holy Spirit, through Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-6193357950285845406?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6193357950285845406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=6193357950285845406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/6193357950285845406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/6193357950285845406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2010/11/haggai.html' title='Haggai'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-1065015469864315514</id><published>2010-11-21T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:11:26.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreckin Shop</title><content type='html'>So God has been wrecking me lately on a number of different sin issues, and it has not been an easy road. But the amazing thing is the truth of what we are told in Scripture, that for those who love God, He works all things for the good of those called according to His purpose.(Romans 8:28) He is still working on me but what has been awesome is how He has changes my perspectives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing God has been revealing to me is that though I have been waiting for years to pursue a girl I am still ridiculously impatient. I have lacked the trust that He will provide, I have not rested in the truth that I am His child and that He will provide for me in such a way that He will get the glory and I will have to rely on Him. It has been awesome to see God take the control, I want to have, from me. That is the second things He has been working on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in control that is how I have grown up all my life. This has affected the way I view friendships, relationships, and the way I act. All my life I would never do anything unless I knew I could accomplish it or that it would work out the way I wanted it to. As an adopted son of God that view is no longer acceptable. He has taken so much control from me and continues to ruin me, in such a great way. The more I trust in Him the more at peace I am about being single and what I am suppose to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a church we are going through Galatians and the resounding theme is "sola fide" by faith alone. That there is no other way in which we can come to God except for through faith alone, by grace alone,in Christ alone, for the glory of God. This affects everything I do on a daily basis. Why I do the things I do and my heart behind it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my prayer is that God continues to wreck me to the point that my desire and all that I can do is trust in Him through the finished and complete work of Christ. Because truly there is rest and peace when I trust in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-1065015469864315514?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1065015469864315514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=1065015469864315514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/1065015469864315514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/1065015469864315514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2010/11/wreckin-shop.html' title='Wreckin Shop'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-6151663358154973032</id><published>2010-11-10T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:13:35.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon is amazing</title><content type='html'>I have an addiction to Amazon. I don't really think I am much of a spender but when it comes to this site I am weak. I have a pile of books just waiting to be read on my desk. Even as we speak I am looking at them and being enticed to open one up. Here is the list of book I am planning on reading before the end of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNte418rXKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ccl5-GoAKrg/s1600/Ferguson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNte418rXKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ccl5-GoAKrg/s320/Ferguson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538124497429421218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNtdk7w_N5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/WNVHTMaNA5A/s1600/the%2Bcourage%2Bto%2Bbe%2Bprotestant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNtdk7w_N5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/WNVHTMaNA5A/s320/the%2Bcourage%2Bto%2Bbe%2Bprotestant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538123055881992082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteT72kXrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l7SD3OWn7dw/s1600/the%2Bweight%2Bof%2Bglory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteT72kXrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l7SD3OWn7dw/s320/the%2Bweight%2Bof%2Bglory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538123863359250098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteQLueZRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YpwgLDUc7RY/s1600/Faith%2Balone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteQLueZRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YpwgLDUc7RY/s320/Faith%2Balone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538123798900794642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteMT9inlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1gZEmL-nfSc/s1600/Defending%2Byour%2Bfaith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteMT9inlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1gZEmL-nfSc/s320/Defending%2Byour%2Bfaith.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538123732391992914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteGa-_dsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sJmODYkB1UM/s1600/Cur%2BDeus%2Bhomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteGa-_dsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sJmODYkB1UM/s320/Cur%2BDeus%2Bhomo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538123631197910722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteA_QuwcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2zsN4wQZVz4/s1600/the%2BCost%2Bof%2BDiscipleship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNteA_QuwcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2zsN4wQZVz4/s320/the%2BCost%2Bof%2BDiscipleship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538123537856774594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNtd56xCr_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1jjBdZHWXvI/s1600/WhenHelpingHurts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNtd56xCr_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1jjBdZHWXvI/s320/WhenHelpingHurts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538123416391036914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty certain I am not going get them all done by the end of the year, but I am pretty excited about each one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-6151663358154973032?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6151663358154973032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=6151663358154973032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/6151663358154973032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/6151663358154973032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2010/11/amazon-is-amazing.html' title='Amazon is amazing'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/TNte418rXKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ccl5-GoAKrg/s72-c/Ferguson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-4554151785065130577</id><published>2010-11-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:12:55.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Struggle</title><content type='html'>Right now I am in a battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has me in a place where I am single and the option of doing a lot of different things is possible. Three things keep whirling around in my head, the idea of being a church planter/pastor (scary enough in Vidor), missionary to Central America with Living Water or an organization like them, and working in the business world. Any of these things I would love to do, so how do I choose and is God leading me towards one more than the other two? Right now I have no clue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep desire to be a pastor, to lead a church, speak truth to a community, and examine Scripture. My fear of being a pastor is the pride that would well up inside of me. That people would think that I am an amazing speaker, and my focus would be taken off Jesus and on to myself. I have had a lot of pride in my life and it is always something that I have to be careful of. But we are all sinners and God uses sinners,and through His power I can get over myself and fall at His feet. Scripture tells us that pastors are held to a higher standard seeing that they are over a group of people (James 3:1), that excites me and challenges me. I want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a passion for Central America, most likely because I grew up going down there and the mission trips I have been on were there. Their culture astounds me, they know what true community is, plus it is just way warmer down there. That is just an extra seeing that I get cold at anything lower than 70 degrees. Most of my reasons for going down there are more for myself, such as I want to live on less and have less things (I could do that here it is just easier down there), I want to learn Spanish (also could do that here), and just want to be in a different cultural. See not very good reasons, but I would love to work side by side with them to bring fresh water to areas that don't have it while bringing the Gospel to villages who don't know it or have a false gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corporate world needs Jesus as well, and working a job is an awesome opportunity to be a light to an area who sees money and promotion as god. I have already had great conversations with guys I work with about Christ. I definitely see the need for believers in the world of business, but I am not sure if that is where I am suppose to be. Though for now I am there and I need to stay focused on preserving and proclaiming the Gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I just want to be used by God where ever He has me and I want to be satisfied with Him and do all that I can to honor Him. I continually am seeking God's direction through prayer, while trying not to miss out on opportunities that present them self now. All in all Christ needs to be my focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-4554151785065130577?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4554151785065130577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=4554151785065130577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/4554151785065130577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/4554151785065130577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2010/11/struggle.html' title='The Struggle'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-5537489465639402079</id><published>2010-02-12T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:42:53.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water of the Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/S3YRqFxVgcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kcyyEXfBe44/s1600-h/water+of+the+word.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/S3YRqFxVgcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kcyyEXfBe44/s320/water+of+the+word.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437553014897738178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of it? Well if not then you should. No matter if you are single without a prospect (unfortunately such as myself) or if you are already married, this is a great book that teaching a guy how to be praying for his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Andrew Case does is take actual scripture and applies it towards his wife, praying for discernment, that her heart be focused solely on God and that God would continue to reveal Himself to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I last heard this guy is just as single as me and yet he is praying for his future wife in a way that amazes me. This is something 6 months ago I would never have thought about doing, but as I read and make these words my prayer I have found a comfort, assurance, and excitement about meeting my future wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some excerpts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grant her continual patience and forbearance to live with me, a wicked husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give her boldness and wisdom to rebuke and exhort me when I am unfaithful to Your Word, when I neglect prayer, fail to redeem the time, speak carelessly, walk foolishly, fail to hope in You, seek great things for myself, become anxious about tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please ignite such joy in her that she must praise You with an upright heart when she learns Your righteous rules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O that her eyes would sparkle with pure and deep delight when Your Truth is shone into them out of grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Confirm to her Your promise, that she may fear You - fear You with every fiber of her beautiful heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been good in praying through this book is the recognition that I want this for my wife, but also I want to be this for my wife. That I would be a husband that would fear the Lord and find great joy in His words. That I would be patient, kind, and loving towards her and that I would lead her to Christ each and every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-5537489465639402079?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5537489465639402079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=5537489465639402079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/5537489465639402079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/5537489465639402079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2010/02/water-of-word.html' title='Water of the Word'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/S3YRqFxVgcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kcyyEXfBe44/s72-c/water+of+the+word.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-3372262606332929456</id><published>2010-01-22T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:10:26.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 12</title><content type='html'>Bible trivia time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name the 12 original disciples and then can you name the replacement disciple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I were up at Mugwalls reading, when my mind started going off trying to name the 12 disciples. I quickly realized that I could get to 8, but only after some serious thinking and that was it. My roommate got to 11, I am not bitter, he might be younger than me but he can be pretty knowledgeable when he wants to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point, the point is I felt convicted for not knowing the Word I love and desire to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an unhealthy conviction, and by unhealthy I mean a selfish desire to know all of Scripture so that I might look smart or people would come to me for answers. Just a confession, I have thought that at times especially when I am selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is also not about the 12 disciples in particular, rather this is about Scripture in general. That I need to know it, meditate on it, and live it out daily. I know that I will never fully know all of Scripture and I will continually be learning about the traits of God and my interaction with Him until the day I die, but my desire is to know the Word in such a way that I might be able to spot false doctrine the instant I here it, and not only that but to honor and worship Him in the way He has laid out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda funny how God uses a simple example of naming the disciples to teach me about knowing the Bible better. The fact that I don't know all of them at a given moment, tells me I have a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to think that I know the Bible so well that I no longer need to study it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the same note a new movie is out called "The Book of Eli", which is a pretty amazing movie. One of the best moments in the movie for me was when Eli realized that for 30 years he had been reading the Bible and trying to keep it safe, but that he had forgotten to put what he read in to practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-3372262606332929456?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3372262606332929456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=3372262606332929456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/3372262606332929456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/3372262606332929456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2010/01/12.html' title='The 12'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-2054898691732001248</id><published>2010-01-12T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:12:42.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/S01QkQbENWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qpd5-97djhI/s1600-h/paypal_bingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/S01QkQbENWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qpd5-97djhI/s320/paypal_bingo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426081709865317730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to play Bingo tonight with some friends from church and some retired folk at Esperanza Senior Living and I have to say it was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about being in my 70's, 80's, or perhaps even 90's that I can't wait to experience. As I got to talk to some of them I realized that they have been through a lot of stuff. A man named Frank served in World War 2, lived in Australia, taught at Cornell, and was also a professor of Mechanical Engineering for 40 years at Texas A&amp;M! Now that is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to be that age, hopefully I will be sitting on a porch somewhere widdling a piece of wood in a rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home though I had another thought come in to my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a person that is placed in a retirement home worship God with a body of believers? I mean they aren't able to drive and some are bed ridden. How are they worshiping and living for God? I mean there is no such thing as the lone ranger Christian, so what is going on? Are there hundreds, maybe thousands, of retired people who confessed Christ all there life and are now suffering spiritually because they can no longer be with a body of believers that can spur them on and encourage them? I am so thankful for the people around me that encourage me. So perhaps it is on us as believers not to forget these people, but yet take time to go spend time with them and talk about Christ with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask them what it looks like living for Christ at the age of 93, because I can't wait to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-2054898691732001248?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2054898691732001248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=2054898691732001248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2054898691732001248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2054898691732001248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2010/01/bingo.html' title='Bingo!'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/S01QkQbENWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qpd5-97djhI/s72-c/paypal_bingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-950176426716848564</id><published>2010-01-08T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:25:26.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we called to when it comes to discipline</title><content type='html'>Why hello, it has been sometime since I last wrote. It is not because I haven't had things to write about more over it is because I have been unwilling to write and actually think about some of this stuff. But tonight I couldn't fall to slothfulness any longer, God really hit me with some good truths in a book I am reading called "Discipline of Grace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where I got the idea that following and obeying God was something that was easy to do, because it is by no means easy. As I continue to grow and understand more about the nature of God and our role as men and women in relationship with God (purely because of the grace of God revealing these things to me not anything on my own) I realize there is a lot to take in. There is both a role of God and a role of man in this relationship, we must fight the temptation to think that God does everything and we just sit back and relax, or in opposition, that we have to do everything, which would mean we would be trying to merit favor before Him. A great quote from "Discipline of Grace" Jerry Bridges, says " We need to learn this scriptural principle that the Holy Spirit works in us to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;enable&lt;/span&gt; us to live lives pleasing to God. He does not do the work for us; rather, He &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;enables&lt;/span&gt; us to do the work. We often use the expression " Let the Lord live His life through me." I am personally uncomfortable with this expression because it suggests a passivity on our part. He does not live His life through me. Rather, as I depend on Him, He &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;enables&lt;/span&gt; me to live a life pleasing to Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I start to really think about God living His live through me I find it strange that I could believe that, I mean He is infinite and I am created to His image, He doesn't need me to live through. How can that even be honoring to Him? It is like use desiring to live our lives through machines or avatars, after awhile it gets boring forcing something to do what you want. I mean what is more honoring, having God force us to honor Him or us disciplining ourselves to look more like Christ each and everyday such as Paul calls Timothy to in 1 Timothy 4:7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are two ways of thinking that would not be profitable, thinking we have to live this life on our own without God giving us strength, wisdom, and the ability to pursue Him through Christ, and the idea that God will do everything no matter what we do. I think Psalm 119:33-35 best explains what I am trying to say. "Teach me, O Lord, the way of your statutes; and I will keep it to the end. Give me understanding, that I may keep your law and observe it with my whole heart. Lead me in the path of your commandments for I delight in it." Here we see that it takes both of us to live a life that glorifies the Lord. The Psalmist ask for God to teach him that he might hold onto and obey what God has commanded, and in the next verse he asks for wisdom that he might once again obey and uphold the Law. We must be disciplined and pray for the ability to honor God, for He is the one that enables us to live a life that is pleasing to Him. It is impossible for us to live a life that pleases Him unless first God reveals Himself to us. Then through reading His word, prayer, and meditation we may become disciplined, yet only because He enables and we respond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-950176426716848564?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/950176426716848564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=950176426716848564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/950176426716848564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/950176426716848564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-are-we-called-to-when-it-comes-to.html' title='What are we called to when it comes to discipline'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-4900180318362764374</id><published>2009-12-02T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:43:22.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SxcqQAAnHkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZsyJkHA9VwY/s1600-h/piper_supremacy_of_christ__31627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SxcqQAAnHkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZsyJkHA9VwY/s320/piper_supremacy_of_christ__31627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410839931677777474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the past few months the church I am apart of, New Life, has been going through this book, and it really has been my first encounter with the idea of postmodernism. I knew nothing about it, but find out that I was more postmodern than I would like to say, though I am working through it and reaffirming my foundations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postmodernism has a wide definition but to sum up part of the idea, it would be the idea of pluralism, where truth is subjective if there is any truth at all. Meaning that what is necessarily true for me is not necessarily true for someone else. Another vein of this is self-enlightenment, which means if you want to obtain a higher since of spirituality you must dig deep within yourself and find new wisdom inside of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this leads me to my encounter today. I was walking to the bus from Zachary when a man stops me and proceeds to tell me that I look I enjoy knowledge, and to a point I do, then he tells me that he is with a group of traveling monks that give out these books on how to obtain knowledge. As you can imagine this is a thick book, I mean it has all the knowledge you could ever want in it. He believed that all that we need as humans was more knowledge, then as a society we would become less fearful and more peaceful, and this knowledge came from within in which this book helped you obtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a really nice guy, and I have to admit I some what stereotyped, I mean he told me he was a monk I was expecting brown robes with a tassel around the waist and a bald head, but all he had was the bald head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am sad to announce is that I should have talked to him longer and as I walked away I was convicted to talk to him more, and yet I let my selfishness lead me away from him. This was a perfect opportunity to talk to him about knowledge not coming from within but from God and enlightenment being a gift from God. As I think now, I could have talked about how we are all wicked people in need of a Savior, and even if he didn't believe it at least he had heard about it. He was so willing to talk to me about what he believed and yet I was too cold, too tired, too focused on school to talk to him about the truth of the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that God revealed this to me, convicted me of it, and that I know that this is something I really need to work on. There is absolutely no reason to not talk about Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-4900180318362764374?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4900180318362764374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=4900180318362764374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/4900180318362764374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/4900180318362764374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/12/strange-encounter.html' title='Strange Encounter'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SxcqQAAnHkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZsyJkHA9VwY/s72-c/piper_supremacy_of_christ__31627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-7217928972231876745</id><published>2009-11-29T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:35:51.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SxLoBf2LGTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8SQlraan7o0/s1600/find-santa-claus-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SxLoBf2LGTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8SQlraan7o0/s320/find-santa-claus-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409641214851619122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is most likely going to make me sound like a terrible person and you know what I might have to repent, but I have a disdain for Christmas music. I have had it for as long as I can remember. This is not to say I won't sing it on certain occasions, such as caroling and what have you, and one of my favorite Shawn McDonald songs is O Holy Night. Overall though I just really don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings this up is the fact that every year KSBJ does nothing but Christmas songs from Thanksgiving day til Christmas day, and I dread it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something wrong with me that I can only handle Christmas songs in small doses? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really this only pertains to those really cheery and happy songs like "Here comes Santa Claus", "Jingle Bells", or "White Christmas". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I not a Scrooge, even though it sounds like it. I just can't handle the fakeness of this season. In reality this is one of the craziest and stressful times of the year for a lot of people, and it is like this music is suppose to counteract that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will not be fooled by lies of this Santa music! I have made it a point to revolt against the norm in this case. Down with pointless jingles and snowy white holidays that have been abused and distorted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sorry about that sometimes it just comes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-7217928972231876745?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7217928972231876745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=7217928972231876745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/7217928972231876745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/7217928972231876745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-music.html' title='Christmas music'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SxLoBf2LGTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8SQlraan7o0/s72-c/find-santa-claus-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-1676069218254948138</id><published>2009-11-17T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:47:01.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is next?</title><content type='html'>It is almost that time when I have to start looking for companies that I would like to work for or that will take me, and sending resumes out to them, getting my name out there. I knew this time was coming again... and I felt that I was ready for it, but now I am starting to become more aware of the economy that so many were telling me about and what I was hearing on the TV and radio. I am not necessarily worried about finding a job, I think that will happen in due time as long as I am making a good effort at searching and emailing, but I am conscience of the fact that I might not be here in College Station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love College Station, mainly because of the people I have met and the church that God has brought me too, and it is where I would really like to stay and start a family and career. (big plan small steps that is what I tell myself) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am willing to go somewhere else, I don't really want to start all over again, kind of a selfish reason, but it is the truth. There is just so much I have learned here and so much growth that I have been able to see that has gone on here, and I know that I won't stop learning or growing just because I move away. How easy do we relate an experience to a place? Like it couldn't happen somewhere else or as if God doesn't move in other places. Haha. That is how ridiculous our thoughts are sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is going to be an interesting next few months as I trust and wait patiently on where God will lead me. I have seen and know He is capable of amazing things, and I am excited about finishing school and getting back to work to be able to provide for myself and/or family if that so happens to take place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that I would trust God, that He always provides even when it is not the way I want Him too, and in that I would be constantly reminded that I am not in control(that is a hard one for me at times). There so much stress when we try to take loads that we cannot carry and so much peace when we give that load over to Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-1676069218254948138?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1676069218254948138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=1676069218254948138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/1676069218254948138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/1676069218254948138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-next.html' title='What is next?'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-1221121146834935250</id><published>2009-11-08T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:48:08.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion vs. Christianity</title><content type='html'>I have for some time now argued, mainly with myself, this idea of calling myself a baptist or any other name for that matter, other than Christian. Before I start I must put this disclaimer, there is nothing horribly wrong with being called a Baptist, Methodist, Lutheran, or Calvinist, but there is a problem when that name defines you. Let me try to hopefully explain all this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I grew up in a baptist church, I was lost but that is what I grew up going to, and what I remember of it is a lot of do's and don'ts. Every time someone would ask me what denomination I was I would always say baptist, and as we continued to talk we would talk about what we do and don't do as a religion. I don't know how I got to this point but I just remember having enough of explaining. I was tired seeing the expression on peoples face when I said I was a baptist. The actual idea of claiming to be a baptist made me sick, I mean who cares really what religion you are, religion is man made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we have twisted these words, such as Baptist, to define what we do and do not do, and we leave out the biblical applications of why that religion existed in the first place. The problem I have is not with the word Baptist or Pentecostal, but rather with what we have made those words mean today. I refuse to ever call myself a Baptist or a Calvinist even though those are the two main groups that I agree with when it comes to biblical understanding. The term Calvinist leaves just an unsettling feeling inside of me. Here is my reasoning, when I call myself a Calvinist or Baptist I am saying this is what I line myself up with, this is what I follow, and don't misunderstand me that in itself is not bad, but why would I call myself a Baptist or a Calvinist when I could say that I am a follower of Christ and cover both of those titles? I believe the answer is because we have made the Bible say what we want it to say, we leave out scripture or we lift up other scripture as more important, and so "Christian" becomes very broad and can mean a host of things, so we try to narrow it down by using "Baptist". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand I agree very much with guys like John Calvin, John Piper, D.A. Carson, C.J. Mahaney and Mark Driscoll, I do look to these for better understanding over passages I don't get, but I would never call myself a Piperian or a Carsonite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what John Calvin or Martin Luther would say if they were here today and you said you were a Calvinist or a Lutheran. I can't imagine that they would be ok with that. We are to follow Christ that is who we are to be imitating.(Ephesians 5:1-2) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that we dilute every title that is good, and I think we are doing that to the title of Christian as well. We say we are Christians because in Texas is it good for business or because that is what girls look for in a guy. So we use that and abuse that and distort the true meaning of it. Christianity is not a list of do's and don'ts, it is freedom, it is realizing that we can do nothing good and we can not save ourselves. We needed a Savior to save us from our sin and that is why Christ came that if we believe in Him alone we might be presented in the righteousness of Christ before a just and holy God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the difference of religion verses Christianity... to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-1221121146834935250?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/1221121146834935250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=1221121146834935250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/1221121146834935250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/1221121146834935250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/11/religion-vs-christianity.html' title='Religion vs. Christianity'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-122851605011986917</id><published>2009-11-05T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:25:01.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SvOUqFfy-cI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZaNIbxqu8c8/s1600-h/hurricane_fran_nasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SvOUqFfy-cI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZaNIbxqu8c8/s320/hurricane_fran_nasa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400823828898314690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize when most people put up a picture it is to represent what the blog is about and this one is no different, so I am sure someone might be confused.(Whoever reads this thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is barely even fall and I already wish it was summer again. I mean don't get me wrong I am loving this weather, it is pretty much amazing, but there is still so many things about summer that can't compare. One of those things is surfing in warm water or if the water is cold at least the beach is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1 of every year is like a birthday to me, I get excited when it starts getting near. It is the start of hurricane season! Now I am not some fool who is bent on destruction or people losing everything they own, I am content with a hurricane spinning out in the Gulf of Mexico for a while and then dissolving, but that doesn't happen and it has to go somewhere. In Texas, in the summer, hurricanes = big powerful waves which = good surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever hear is "you can't surf in Texas", in which I have to wipe the "are you kidding me" look off my face and kindly say "yeah, you can." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe much of my enthusiasm of surfing to a good friend from Bryan, Texas, who I randomly met in a physics class at Blinn. I have no clue how this guy got into surfing, sorta crazy when you realize that Bryan is 2 hours away from the coast. This guy pumps me up all the time, and is always trying to get me to make crazy trips to the coast, what can I say, when it comes to surfing I fall to peer pressure. Well, this summer he finally got me to make a trip with him. Destination? Jacksonville Florida for Hurricane Bill. We drove 14 hours on a Thursday morning got there surfed 12 foot waves for two days and came back on Sunday stoked, sore and ready for more. That was definitely one of my favorite trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it is winter...and hurricane season is 7 months away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-122851605011986917?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/122851605011986917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=122851605011986917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/122851605011986917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/122851605011986917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-summer.html' title='I miss summer'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SvOUqFfy-cI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZaNIbxqu8c8/s72-c/hurricane_fran_nasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-6164798625740981902</id><published>2009-10-28T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:11:15.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SukPF4XZGaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SMFL0Gd9_1Q/s1600-h/318_1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SukPF4XZGaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SMFL0Gd9_1Q/s200/318_1.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not real sure how I am still functioning. Is there a point where you just can't contain anymore information? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so I am almost there. Whether it is studying for school, morning Bible study, what it means to be a church leader, or just meditating on thoughts going through my head, there is a lot to take in and think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continually ask myself if I have committed to too much, did I pass the point of my potential? And yet I am amazed that I have made it this far into the semester and not utterly lost it. God's grace and strength is showing forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks I have never had more questions about my faith, nor more testing of my flesh. I was overwhelmed and my thoughts were wrong. I thought that I could merit favor before God, like there was something I could do to make Him love me more or think better of me. I had to step back and consider why I was doing the things I was doing, was it cause I loved Jesus or did I just want to feel important(self gratification). Why were these thoughts there in the first place? I know I am saved and yet I still heard a small voice (Satan) saying well how do you know? Where are the cold hard facts? I forgot the simple assurance of Hebrews 12:5-6 which says "My son, do not make light of the Lord's discipline, and do not lose heart when he rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, and he punished everyone he accepts as a son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that I did not go about this the right way. The best thing I could have done was to tell some of my close friends and even leaders of my church, and allow them to help me through this struggle with prayer and counsel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today I talked about it with my close friend and mentor Chris, and even though I was a little reluctant to talk and once I was talking I didn't feel like I was much making sense, he understood me and was quick with words of discipline and encouragement. If you are asking do those two words go together let me answer, yes they do. One of my biggest struggles is transparency letting people in and telling them what is going on in my life, such as things that are on my mind or where I am at spiritually and mentally. It has been great to get to know Chris and all the Feldmans, for that matter, they have helped me more than they can ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great quote from Matt Chandler has also refreshed my thinking, he says "Holy is about being, and we have made it about doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of God and through His wisdom He has revealed this area where I have struggled. Where I have made holiness about doing things with selfish motives, instead of being holy and reflecting Christ through the things I do. I am extremely grateful that He choose to show me this, I mean I could still be ignorant to that fact and living in selfish sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am freed, I know I will not have all the answers and I don't need too otherwise faith would be useless, I am striving to be more transparent, and I am reevaluating all that I do. My primary focus must be on making the truth about Christ known. It is not about me and what I can get out of it, rather it is reflecting the actions, words and finished work of Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-6164798625740981902?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6164798625740981902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=6164798625740981902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/6164798625740981902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/6164798625740981902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/10/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SukPF4XZGaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SMFL0Gd9_1Q/s72-c/318_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-2079961948067791781</id><published>2009-10-25T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:04:53.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our friends the Atheist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SuUXoe9RZUI/AAAAAAAAACo/BapfAxJ5KjY/s1600-h/puppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SuUXoe9RZUI/AAAAAAAAACo/BapfAxJ5KjY/s320/puppy.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://eternal-earthbound-pets.com/Home_Page.html"&gt;Eternal Earth-Bound Pets, USA&lt;/a&gt; is a company that offers service to Christians that are also pet owners. They are willing, for a minimal price, to take care of our pets once the rapture happens. I mean how nice can you get? I can only imagine that this is a joke and yet I wonder how many people claiming to be Christians have signed up for this. We all know a person who has just a little to deep of a relationship with their pet, I mean I have&amp;nbsp;seen people stuff there pet once they die because they still want that pet to be around. Freaky! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first before talking this idea over I assumed that this website did believe in the rapture in which my response was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you call yourself an atheist and offer a service that requires you to believe that the rapture is going to happen? Here is what I found the defintion of an atheist to be : atheist - One who disbelieves or denies the existence of God or gods. If you deny there is a God then you deny that there is&amp;nbsp;a rapture.&amp;nbsp;I will look&amp;nbsp;past the fact that people don't really know what it is to be an atheist, that they just want to be something different than other people or a&amp;nbsp;so called "individual".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was enlightened to the fact that most likely this website is playing off the fact that they think Christians are suckers and are waiting for this "rapture"event to happen,&amp;nbsp;and just want to make a profit off of someone's beliefs. This part saddens me, deep down I wish that everyone could recognize the greatness and reality of God and what Christ did for us, repent and believe in that, but that isn't the truth and many will reject Him. I am sure I will come back to this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I almost want to by a T-shirt... Oh yes they have T-shirts as well &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/Earthbound_Pets"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but they are&amp;nbsp;to expensive and don't really feel that I could support their cause.&amp;nbsp;If you get a chance read the terms and conditions as well. I wanted to pee my pants it was so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-2079961948067791781?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2079961948067791781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=2079961948067791781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2079961948067791781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2079961948067791781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-friends-atheist.html' title='Our friends the Atheist'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SuUXoe9RZUI/AAAAAAAAACo/BapfAxJ5KjY/s72-c/puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-2734746011291263706</id><published>2009-10-23T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:03:46.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When mammal meets metal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SuKPzKcJf6I/AAAAAAAAACg/h9XtFkDTiG8/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SuKPzKcJf6I/AAAAAAAAACg/h9XtFkDTiG8/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What do you get when a deer crosses the road at 10 MPH and you (in the car) are traveling 70 MPH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You get a deer that is propelled 30 feet in the air to a ditch and dies, a huge dent in your car, and then fire....? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here I was about to leave my house and head over to a friend's house, when I get a call that says "Hey can you come get us we just hit a deer and the car is on fire." I have to say this is the most bizzare sentence that has been spoken to me. After I absorbed what was being said to me, I headed out on 21 to see the entire highway stopped. When I got out there the fire department was hosing of the car. Praise God that no one was hurt....besides the deer but I am sure he didn't feel much and he looked a little young to have kids so most likely he was single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;How&amp;nbsp;on earth does a fire start? This is my guess, you ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So when the deer impacted the car the shear weight of the deer was so much that it actually pushed the under carriage of the car to the ground which then shot sparks flying in every direction, and in turn caught&amp;nbsp;some left over&amp;nbsp;oil residue on fire and then spread. Whether that really happened or not I might never know, but it sounds good right?&amp;nbsp;I mean even the tires were melted that is just crazy to me, I can't imagine what the fire must have looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the humorous parts of the night, that I think made the situation a little more bearable for the famil,y was when Patrick's younger brother got his picture taken with the deceased deer and one of the officers gave him a piece of the deer's antler, that had broken off, as a momento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;such an encouragement&amp;nbsp;to see the family's reaction to what had happen, when they could have complained about lossing their car or their plans being ruined&amp;nbsp;they didn't, rather they praised God that they all got out alive and no one was hurt.&amp;nbsp;We should always remember that we are never promised another minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-2734746011291263706?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2734746011291263706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=2734746011291263706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2734746011291263706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2734746011291263706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-mammal-meets-metal.html' title='When mammal meets metal'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SuKPzKcJf6I/AAAAAAAAACg/h9XtFkDTiG8/s72-c/IMG_0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-2575016091509427170</id><published>2009-10-21T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:31:24.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the wild things are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/St-0x3sMF0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ES_Ly5X5Tlc/s1600-h/Where-The-Wild-Things-Are_476x357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/St-0x3sMF0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ES_Ly5X5Tlc/s320/Where-The-Wild-Things-Are_476x357.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First off I don't even know how you can make&amp;nbsp;a movie out of 13 page book with only one sentence per page, but they did it.... and they shouldn't have. Not going to lie it was a bit creepy and depressing. I mean you would think that they could have put everything that was in the book into the movie. I just wanted to slap the kid and his mom, I don't have kids or anything but I am pretty sure if my kid said "he was going to eat me", there would be some problems for one of us and it wouldn't be me. I don't think I have seen more randomness in a movie ever, but all in all as a movie it could have been worse, so I won't be to much of a debbie downer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-2575016091509427170?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2575016091509427170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=2575016091509427170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2575016091509427170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2575016091509427170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-wild-things-are.html' title='Where the wild things are'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/St-0x3sMF0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ES_Ly5X5Tlc/s72-c/Where-The-Wild-Things-Are_476x357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-9177162561771630551</id><published>2009-10-18T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:58:16.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatoos</title><content type='html'>I have this fascination with tattoos, I think they are awesome. There is nothing like seeing a person with a full sleeve of intertwining pieces of artwork. If I had the guts to do it I would, but I rationalize and evaluate to much. I already have one tattoo and I am wanting to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394132660509430706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/StvPE0z_U7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/UO4iim3IGa0/s320/tattoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though I know what I want my tattoo to look like I am still determining if I am really going to do it or not and where it is going to go. So I have laid out a short list of pros and cons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so first the pros&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy the artwork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just want too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy people asking why I would get one and why I picked what I did&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so wow there aren't so many pros now that I have to actually lay them out... Well there are a more cons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cons&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not sure if I can handle the look on my Grandmother's face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is extremely permanent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what if I didn't want it anymore (though that is unlikely)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they cost a lot &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is it really necessary for me to live&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even with the amount of cons out weighing the pros I still want one. I love how my reasoning is so terrible sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So just in case you didn't know what the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; represents let me explain. It is a tree which is the obvious but in the roots is God while through the trunk is Jesus, and the tips of the branches say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ekklesia&lt;/span&gt;, which is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; for "the Church". This idea stems from John 15:5 which says "I am the vine, you are the branches. If a man remains in Me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." and also Matthew 7:24-27 which is a parable on the foundation of a house. Where God is my foundation or roots and it is through Christ the vine or trunk (in the case of the drawing) that reaches out to make smaller branches, which are the disciples of Christ or "the Church".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-9177162561771630551?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/9177162561771630551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=9177162561771630551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/9177162561771630551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/9177162561771630551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/10/tatoos.html' title='Tatoos'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/StvPE0z_U7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/UO4iim3IGa0/s72-c/tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-7759344193159259485</id><published>2009-10-17T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:33:07.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community picnic in Bryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/StpDRWwYOYI/AAAAAAAAABk/QTIJzo_hWjc/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393697469174921602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/StpDRWwYOYI/AAAAAAAAABk/QTIJzo_hWjc/s320/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Living Hope Bryan's community picnic, and was a great time. There were tons of people from the surrounding community who came out had lots to eat, lots to do, and got to hear from the Bible about Christ. I showed up late but I got to see first hand some guys come to accept Christ as their Savior. I can imagine how hard that is being a full grown man in front of your neighbors and everything saying "man something is not right with me and I need a Savior." It is truly amazing how God works and when He works nothing can stop it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also it was good to see all three churches there hanging out and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fellowshiping&lt;/span&gt; with each other and with the surround community. It was just a great example to onlookers to see three different bodies come together, all for the purpose of telling others about Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-7759344193159259485?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7759344193159259485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=7759344193159259485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/7759344193159259485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/7759344193159259485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/10/community-picnic-in-bryan.html' title='Community picnic in Bryan'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/StpDRWwYOYI/AAAAAAAAABk/QTIJzo_hWjc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736891548240034505.post-2709020910828425034</id><published>2009-10-16T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:31:23.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first post ever....</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what I am doing or what I am going to talk about, but I felt that there was a need for me to get my thoughts out. One of my friends tells me I am terrible at communicating, and in some aspects I agree with him. So this is my attempt to talk about stuff that is running through my head on any given day and also to hopefully at some point here other people's thoughts as well. Whether anyone reads this or not doesn't really matter, I want to learn how to put into words  my thoughts. So here goes nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736891548240034505-2709020910828425034?l=whatifididsomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/feeds/2709020910828425034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5736891548240034505&amp;postID=2709020910828425034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2709020910828425034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736891548240034505/posts/default/2709020910828425034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatifididsomething.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-very-first-post-ever.html' title='My very first post ever....'/><author><name>Trent Burford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17373353396250033653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uO91yRHcKAQ/SteEIFP-rEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_fSodOoxSkQ/S220/profile.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
