<?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-19094182</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:44.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly Serious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490129202735408996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19094182.post-114308184670947924</id><published>2006-03-22T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:49:53.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for me to think about</title><summary type='text'>This song seems like it's been appearing quite a bit recently in my MP3 playlist...  It's got an amazing truth to it:In Christ alone will I gloryFor only by His grace I am redeemedOnly His tender mercyCould reach beyond my weakness to my needNow I seek no greater honorThan just to know Him moreAnd to count my things but lossesTo the glory of the LordChorus: In Christ alone I place my trustAnd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/feeds/114308184670947924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19094182&amp;postID=114308184670947924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/114308184670947924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/114308184670947924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-for-me-to-think-about.html' title='Something for me to think about'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490129202735408996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19094182.post-113448863565412303</id><published>2005-12-13T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:45:56.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat</title><summary type='text'>I've been noticing lately how much I rely on what other people think of me.  It's that overwhelming desire to fit in.  We called it a different thing when we were in high school:  peer pressure.   And, to a certain extent, I still have it. But, I'm not alone.  In fact, people alive at the time of Christ had the same trouble:"I say to you, My friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/feeds/113448863565412303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19094182&amp;postID=113448863565412303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113448863565412303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113448863565412303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/2005/12/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy Cat'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490129202735408996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19094182.post-113441147446263649</id><published>2005-12-12T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T13:17:55.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just get him a box for Christmas - He'll still be excited.</title><summary type='text'>The seventy returned with joy, saying, "Lord, even the demons are subject to us in Your name."Luke 10:17Wow, If this had happened to me, I'd be right there with those disciples saying:  "Isn't this COOL.  Even the demons were listening..."  But the interesting thing is not the capabilities that the Lord had given them, but his response: ...Behold, I have given you authority to tread on serpents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/feeds/113441147446263649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19094182&amp;postID=113441147446263649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113441147446263649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113441147446263649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-get-him-box-for-christmas-hell.html' title='Just get him a box for Christmas - He&apos;ll still be excited.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490129202735408996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19094182.post-113336448178125053</id><published>2005-11-30T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:32:21.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping away</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure you've seen several references in the New Testament to people shaking off the dust of their shoes when they left a city which would not respond to the story of Christ.  Perhaps I'm dense, but I finally realized today what this was to signify:"Even the dust of your city which clings to our feet we wipe off in protest against you; yet be sure of this, that the kingdom of God has come near.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/feeds/113336448178125053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19094182&amp;postID=113336448178125053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113336448178125053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113336448178125053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/2005/11/keeping-away.html' title='Keeping away'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490129202735408996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19094182.post-113263496584200116</id><published>2005-11-21T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:05:01.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking time to reflect</title><summary type='text'>These are two separate times in Luke 2 where it mentions Mary taking time to 'ponder' or 'treasure' things that had happened.  The New Living Translation also says she 'stored' thoughts in her heart.  The two verses are reproduced below for reference:But Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart.Luke 2:19...and His mother treasured all these things in her heart.Luke 2:51I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/feeds/113263496584200116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19094182&amp;postID=113263496584200116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113263496584200116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113263496584200116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/2005/11/taking-time-to-reflect.html' title='Taking time to reflect'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490129202735408996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19094182.post-113243068538615640</id><published>2005-11-19T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T15:43:35.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing is believing - Or is it?</title><summary type='text'>The story of Zacharias in Luke 1 is extremely interesting to me. Here we have a man who is sitting in the temple and sees an angel. At first he is afraid, as would be expected when you see a heavenly being. The angel speaks and relays some amazing news."Do not be afraid, Zacharias, your petition has been heard, and your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you will give him the name John."Luke</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/feeds/113243068538615640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19094182&amp;postID=113243068538615640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113243068538615640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113243068538615640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/2005/11/seeing-is-believing-or-is-it.html' title='Seeing is believing - Or is it?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490129202735408996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19094182.post-113232307379140058</id><published>2005-11-18T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:35:11.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It all works out...</title><summary type='text'>We've just finished a look through the Book of Daniel in Point Man. My first thought when reading the last few chapters (Daniel 11-12) was the sheer and utter chaos of the events that were predicted. Daniel gets a look at a bunch of seemingly unrelated events that would happen. There is going to be a bunch of kings. The king in the South will try to form an alliance with... but it won't succeed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/feeds/113232307379140058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19094182&amp;postID=113232307379140058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113232307379140058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19094182/posts/default/113232307379140058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utterlyserious.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-all-works-out.html' title='It all works out...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15490129202735408996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
