<?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-3919673</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:46:28.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrior Writings</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog and its contents belong to Brandon, read if you will.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-91810147</id><published>2003-04-01T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T15:09:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S &amp; G ask us to sing along, "i am a rock, i am an island...i have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain. it's laughter and loving i disdain...if i never loved i never would have cried." experience teaches me that self-reliance is death. on the otherhand, trust necessitates a degree of risk and uncertainty (both of which are elements of adventure). while these often bring fear... the positive outcome is worth the unhappy chance of a negative result. i came to the conclusion that it is no longer the goal of life to live without pain, nor to live for pleasure alone. the goal of life is to live (for our redeemer), giving proper thought to both the present and the future. the past belongs in a seperate catagory, a means of remembering both the pleasant and painful. so what does it mean when we stay silent and refuse to sing those words, "i am a rock, i am an island"? it means we trust: the assured reliance in something, whether it be character or ability. it seems that the only one to have complete trust in is God, but thats the obvious sunday school answer that will get you a pat on the head and a watermelon sucker. you may even find yourself the topic of conversation after the morning meeting, "isn't little johnny so bright." but seriously, lets look at something that provides us the possibiliy of dissapointment. i don't mean to imply that God can never dissapoint us. while our part in his plot may not be to our likeing, i must admit to myself that im but a young turtle, unschooled in the ways of running both the spiritual and physical realms. its people that let us down and dont live up to our expectations (which may or may not be foolish). the opposite of trust is control. its interesting that God trusts us (a people who continually fail) by giving us free will, allowing himself no control over us. imagine if it was the other way around and he had a bunch of little johnnys running around spouting off their sunday school answers for the teacher. when i come to grips with the fact that God trusts me, i have to reconsider all the mindless actions i preform everyday. &lt;br /&gt;the best way for me to remember that my will is a gift and the outcome of my life is directly affected by my choices, is a waring worldview. doubtless there is spiritual warfare going on at all times, but we are almost oblivious to it happening. my competetive spirit, which may have aided only in the promotion of my flesh over my spirit man, can now be weilded in such a way that it becomes an asset. will i allow myself to be defeated, or will Christ be found to be victorious over my life through a spiritual victory? while the war is spiritual, and i am driven to surrender myself as a means of becoming stronger (for he is strong in our weakness) i apply this principle to my phisical self as well. i beat my body and make it my slave so i will not be diquailfied my prize. my journey, yet unfinished has become such a real experience that it seems to take visual form:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i woke up and the world outside was dark&lt;br /&gt;all so quiet before the dawn&lt;br /&gt;opened up the door and walked outside&lt;br /&gt;the ground was cold &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked until i couldn’t walk any more&lt;br /&gt;to a place i’d never been&lt;br /&gt;there was something stirring in the air&lt;br /&gt;in front of me, i could see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than this&lt;br /&gt;more than this&lt;br /&gt;so much more than this&lt;br /&gt;there is something else there&lt;br /&gt;when all that you had has all gone&lt;br /&gt;and more than this &lt;br /&gt;i stand&lt;br /&gt;feeling so connected&lt;br /&gt;and i’m all there&lt;br /&gt;right next to you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- peter gabriel&lt;br /&gt;"more than this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-91810147?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/91810147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/91810147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91810147' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-89611200</id><published>2003-02-23T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T16:56:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;letter from a concerned follower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's weird to think of all the things&lt;br /&gt;that have not been keeping up with the times&lt;br /&gt;it's ten o'clock the sun has now&lt;br /&gt;just begun to set the western hills on fire&lt;br /&gt;i hear that you don't change&lt;br /&gt;how do you expect to keep up with the trends&lt;br /&gt;you won't survive the information age&lt;br /&gt;unless you plan to change the truth &lt;br /&gt;to accommodate the brilliance of men&lt;br /&gt;the brilliance of men &lt;br /&gt;some folks think we're better now&lt;br /&gt;social evolution's new synthetic will&lt;br /&gt;will keep us on a straighter path&lt;br /&gt;as better men use brand new math&lt;br /&gt;with no wrong answers&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a little bit worried&lt;br /&gt;do you have some sort of plan&lt;br /&gt;have you been finally defeated&lt;br /&gt;by the cunning of these fully evolved men&lt;br /&gt;i hear that you don't change&lt;br /&gt;how do you expect to keep up with the trends&lt;br /&gt;you won't survive the information age&lt;br /&gt;unless you plan to change the truth&lt;br /&gt;to accommodate the brilliance of men&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the brilliance of man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Pedro the Lion-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-89611200?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/89611200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/89611200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89611200' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-88884186</id><published>2003-02-10T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T17:39:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reflections in the mirror call to attention the things that need examining and perhaps rearranging. i spend an extra 15 minutes in the shower trying to analyze whats going on inside my head. im not one to deal with uncertainty well, and at this point, the life before me seems to be befuddling at best. perhaps all i have to do is surrender it all to God. the perfect textbook answer, but what does that really mean and where will that lead? i dont know if i want to go to Africa or India. i want to be married first,  i want to have kids, what if Steph doesn't want to follow me?... excuses roll on. the last question is always the same: what would be the outcome if i surrendered? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-88884186?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/88884186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/88884186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88884186' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-88625793</id><published>2003-02-05T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T14:34:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these past weeks, ive been challenged in ways that i thought would make me break. the quieter side wanted to crawl back and be where i was, content to be mediocre in everything i have ever done, including loving God. what does it take to truly be a great christian? do i have to write awe-inspiring books, pray for hours on end, or do i need to give everything i own to the poor? these are questions everyone asks in one form or another during some points in their lives. there must be a challenge to doing something that will leave a lasting impression on those we leave behind once weve gone from this place. after reading Ecclesiastes, i agreed with it all and sat with my head in my hands quietly saying, "everything is meaningless." relationships, school, money, everything that man can chase after. such a depressing thought! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point, my old friend despair, whom I seldom see anymore, introduces me to his partner, temptation. her lure is so strong i nearly fall head long into her. she offers me her hand, as if to say, "accept me. ill make you happy. you can take me at my word." she winks and passes me a sly smile. wet lips hide broken teeth and a poison tongue. i look her over as if to consider her offer. beautiful yet hollow. a cheap version of everything i thought i ever wanted. "piss on you despair; you never could give me the answers i was looking for." i turn away and walk out of the shadow covered room which seems to have gotten a bit brighter. another battle won only to have the entire situation played over again a few moments later. sometimes my reaction mirrors that of my former response. sometimes i take her hand and kiss her soft cheek. Christ betrayed again. i walk out of the room with her to go to a place of deeper darkness, still lost and unsatisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to make an effort to repent. lying in bed, i close my eyes and whisper to God, "you know what i want to say. please forgive me." it sounds so routine and over-rehearsed. lack of authenticity or just weak? though it seems in these periods of our lives that nothing makes sense which one did, i know better. there is only one who has ever been steadfast and firm place to ground myself among the marshes that threaten me on either side. how great does God's grace appear when weve been lifted from our former state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-88625793?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/88625793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/88625793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88625793' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-87384858</id><published>2003-01-13T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T21:01:38.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know thats its been a whole month since i last wrote anything in my blog (or even checked my email). my heart and face has been downcast in shame as i have consistently proved myself to be proficient at failing my Savior. for this past month i have been in a constant state of questioning. what am i doing in school? = why arent i a missionary. why am i in this relationship? = i would be happier single and better able to serve God (as Paul tells us). why do i have any possessions? = a simpler life would allow for more peace and therefore a better ability to hear God's voice and obey. what i have found in my humble search is that God must be in what i am doing, otherwise it is pointless. ive tried to find peace and comfort in everything from food to music to my girlfriend, never seeking the face of God in any of these things. all my attempts at fulfillment failed. my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. who can purify me? who can forgive me? who is faithful? only Jesus. these life lessons seem so simple as i type them, yet even in my heart i fear that i will forget these things are backslide. "blessed are they whose ways are blameless, who walk according to Yahweh. blessed are they who keep his statutes and seek him with all their heart. they do nothing wrong; they walk in his ways. You have laid down precepts which are to be fully obeyed. oh that my ways were steadfast in obeying your decrees! then i would not be put to shame when i consider all your commands. i will praise you with an upright heart as i learn your righteous laws. i will obey your decrees; do not utterly forsake me." i would that my life reflect this passage as reality. oh Lord forgive me, i will never go back to my old way again. for it is by the confession of our sins that we are healed. help me to not just see, but obey your calling on my life. help me not to be afraid, but only to obey out of love because of your great kindness. help me not to question or reconsider your call. give me a discerning ear and heart. give me wisdom and compassion that i may lead. thank you that you have made me the head and not the tail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-87384858?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/87384858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/87384858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87384858' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-85974841</id><published>2002-12-13T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T22:05:28.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;while humility often escapes me, i can say that it is a condition necessary when coming before God= "a contrite heart He will not refuse." after a week of intimacy with God, his face before my eyes, i feel like i could go out an call the holy fire of the Most High down on any porn shack i wanted to. my words (which would be His) would bring repentance, not out of fear, but because of His great kindness. i wonder if thoughts of great things, which i know are too wonderful for me, are sinful? im i thinking to highly of myself, even though i recognize it would be God's grace upon me, enabling me to do these things? or, im i simply thinking about what every Christian could become. i know that the Holy Spirit is so often seen to be a subject that cause so much controversy that we split our churches in half and go our separate ways, both parties declaring to be right. the Holy Spirit has been heavily on my mind this past week. ive just come to a point where i realize that my "powers of persuasion" will not win others to our King in the way His Spirit working through me can. im tired of not having the power displayed in the early church. why cant others be healed simply by coming into contact with my shadow? man! sometimes i get myself so excited over the possibilities to be found in the freedom of Christs yoke! to those who would say that Christianity is just a crutch, i would dare to wager theyve never had to keep pure while their flesh wants to rip off their girlfriend's shirt. that is a different breed of strength, one that cannot be found in me except for the potent power of the grace of God. grace; its like your atomic bomb against &lt;b&gt;any&lt;/b&gt; scheme of the enemies. drop 1 Cor. 6:12 on those...tell them to go to...where they belong. how i wish i could swear right now, scream those relieving words to satan and his minions (would that be a sin?). when he starts to remind me of my past, ill simply turn around and remind him of his future, ill remind him that hes been named for the execution and its only a matter of time. let us take encouragement in knowing the future. our existence is a constant battle, who are we going to side with, lets choose &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; day whom we will serve. &lt;br /&gt;"The reconstruction commences; the soldiers equip for the lessons &lt;br /&gt;My life, a sacrifice is made new through these confessions &lt;br /&gt;Manifested, this joy is my desire &lt;br /&gt;Light this fire to flames; praise the name, Jehovah Jireh &lt;br /&gt;Is my provider, the truth that lives inside of this fighter? &lt;br /&gt;Take me higher, Master, Sire makes me a good rider &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ride on down til I break through the front lines &lt;br /&gt;And ain't going home until I gets mines &lt;br /&gt;I grab a hold of my second chance, this time gonna make it last &lt;br /&gt;Left the world came back an Outkast &lt;br /&gt;To lay among the remains, through the trials and the pains &lt;br /&gt;Run for cover, make shelter, uncharted terrains &lt;br /&gt;Bloodstains light the paths to the ways of living breath &lt;br /&gt;My soul is put to the test &lt;br /&gt;Blessed with a mic in my hand, Jah make straight my steps &lt;br /&gt;Then I hooked up with Payable On Death &lt;br /&gt;We flow in Unity, stand in One while the foolish be &lt;br /&gt;Lost in this hour, with Power we have Authority &lt;br /&gt;To overcome while these cowards just pick up and run &lt;br /&gt;We ain't done till this battle has been fought and won &lt;br /&gt;The victory, how sweet it be, is already ours &lt;br /&gt;Holding the stars, is the man that carries my scars &lt;br /&gt;Always the same, I wear his name with now shame &lt;br /&gt;Here in this Battle Cry, we will never die." &lt;br /&gt;having taken most of my life for granted, ill now take a stand in the right place. not in my own circle, not in the worlds, but in the King of Kings. do we ascribe to Him those titles that are His alone? to we realize that the one we serve has a warriors heart while extending love to us? sufficient praise can never be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-85974841?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/85974841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/85974841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85974841' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-85467517</id><published>2002-12-04T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T00:46:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting here in my cold and impersonal room, surrounded by white walls, meaningless papers,  and endless amounts of homework i am dressed in a full sweat suit with my hair wrapped back. i suck on lemon-honey cough drops, and take a drink of the water bottle (which is now room temperature) sitting next to me on my desk.  i want to be somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;  imaginations of a warm fireplace with a leather chair and classical McFerrin and YoYoMa playing softly in the background force their way into the forefront of my mind. accompanied by my Bible  and a warm drink (at the present time, some alcoholic libation, merely to sip at my leisure, has impressed itself on my mind after a strange dream. while amusing, i dont consider the dream to be prophetic by any means! and &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;, i dont consider it hypocrisy or contradictory to have a Bible and a drink together, for i will not be mastered by anything.). i can see outside through a large window that the snow is lightly falling on the pine trees which outline our yard. my wife (this would be future tense) is next to me talking about where we want to travel for our 5 year anniversary. we discuss a few possibilities, and share a kiss which is familiar yet impassioned. her hair gracefully falls onto her face as she leans back in her chair with a look of satisfaction and happiness. Titus, my yellow lab, sits at my feet, his eyes roaming lazily about the room that is dimly lit only by the fire. the house is filled with the Holy Spirit, and the anointing flows, adding to the warmth of the fire. &lt;br /&gt;  these delusions of grandeur are often interrupted by some exam i didn't do good enough on, or my not being a good boyfriend (which is at the top of my "most painful" list along with being a bad servant of Christ and being a bad son/big brother). while on one hand i yearn for an easy life of peace and intellectualism, on the other hand i desire to be some strong frontiersman, blazing a new trail to spiritual truth and experience. while this conflict is always raging, in varying degrees of severity, i have to try and choose between my two visions. i suppose i have to look at which can deliver a greater service to the kingdom, but oftentimes i think with my flesh, and my will betrays me. being in constant battle with both self and the outside world has the tendency to break you down. and, while we have the promise of being  struck down yet not destroyed, i believe lies and simply trust in my falleness. yet again, i have a promise of being a citizen of heaven, a co-heir with Christ, a royal priest. how do i live these promises? now that is a question worth asking. its one thing to be able to quote scripture all day long, its quite another to live the life we are called to. i guess its the difference between head knowledge and heart knowledge. i know that i can have a life of thought while still holding to my "warrior ideals of spiritual conquest," but make no mistake, it is a balancing act. ive never really wanted to be a tightrope walker (or any other kind of carni/circus performer) but it often seems like, as a Christian, thats the life we lead. for my part, im tired of that kind of life. i need a lift, just a little shove in the right direction. amidst this life saturated with materialism, i need something to be real. im not asking for some huge experience or great feeling of goose bumps all over, i just want intimacy. and, i dont just want it once, but at every moment of the day, by the grace of God, through Jesus Christ, and by the Holy Spirit. may i be "a fragrance of Christ to God among those who and being saved and among those who are perishing." may i not to settle for mediocrity, in my Christian life, or anywhere else; but by His strength, be a man of integrity and truth. humble in all i do, yet empowered by the Spirit to live a life of holiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-85467517?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/85467517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/85467517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85467517' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-85065480</id><published>2002-11-25T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T13:17:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night there was resolution in my love life to the point that it felt like Gods saving grace in my life, wait a minute, it was grace! after 2 weeks of apathy and indifference, revival in my heart for my love was begun. why did that revival tarry so long? simple, i was trying to control our relatinship with my "i can fix anything maleness." however, after a simple, short season of prayer and repentence, and after all had been forgiven, i was ready so start spending my life with her all over again, a flame rekindeled. now, in prayer, it will burn brighter and with an intesity that sometimes seems to rival the sun. how did any of this ever happen? why is my life so blessed? questions better left with no other explanation other than a simple, "i get what i dont deserve and dont get what i do deserve," (ie... grace and mercy). always questioning how i can gain favor, mortal or divine, i have begun to feel content that perfection cannot be attained by my efforts alone. while we are called to holiness and perfection and it seems an impossibility, there must be potential for it to be grasped. and, that can only be done while one hand is holding onto those that were pierced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-85065480?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/85065480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/85065480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85065480' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-84900769</id><published>2002-11-21T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T21:14:50.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the goal of the weekend? purity; plain and simple. its such a struggle, yet i think we make more of it than it is. is it really that difficult to set our minds on something and then do it without compromise? my old gym teacher would always yell at us in the weightroom saying, "&lt;b&gt;get it done!&lt;/b&gt;" that is what i will do. purity, get it done. there is no alternative. no more secret thoughts of, "if it feels nice, dont think twice." hateing even the clothing stained by corrupting flesh, i will set my mind on things above. &lt;b&gt;so let it be written, so let it be done!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-84900769?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84900769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84900769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84900769' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-84900413</id><published>2002-11-21T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T21:06:08.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>according to a recent poll, 39% of men said that women would like to recieve lingere over diamods this christmas. but, actually, 59% of women said they would rather recieve diamonds. there are a few things that strike me about this. one is that men would rather give women gifts that they would be getting in return (if you get my meaning). honesty, i can say that i would have one foot in this catagory, so to speak. i mean,  what can a man (or woman) do with a diamond? i dont even claim to have an answer for that one. thats just a side thought. my real question is somewhat more...eternal. strange phrases like: "diamonds are a girl's best friend" and "diamonds are forever" is such a bunch of crap (i wish my conscience allowed me to swear). where does that stuff come from? are those material things an attempt to give joy or meaning to life? for any who would seek to fill themselves with the "empty calories" of the world, i reply with tears saying, "there's something better." never being very good at evangelism, i was on eof those pople who  thought knowing God personally was always good enough and i never really need to do anything besides that. i  carelessly sat back with my head in the sand screaming about all the things i believed to be true. all the while, ones that i love stood beside me naked and bleeding from the wounds that had been inflicted. i gave my best friends this "treatment", and whether it was intentional, either because i didn't think i could make a difference, ie... feelings of inadaquacy, or it was simle ignorance, i long to revisit the past. yet, i know that grace is sufficient for me. while happiness isnt promised, joy is, and its mine to claim. the victor's crown is mine. running the race that so many claim a crutch is the hardest thing you can do and its constant. yet by grace we will win the prize to which we have been called. "being merciful to those who doubt and snathcing others from the fire and saving them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-84900413?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84900413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84900413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84900413' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-84726184</id><published>2002-11-18T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T16:46:50.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how should i live my life today? now there is a question that we never consciously ask ourselves. i find that too often, im satisfied with just living my life... perhaps thats why i get bored so often. How can i make my life something worth while instead of the same thing day after day? ive read that as christians we are immune to bordeom because our life purpose is so big that we can never fully achive that which we set out to accoplish, and that is knowing God. there is so much to know and discover that we should never be bored. but, i have to be honest, i have been bored with God. "show me something new. hit me with your best shot!" i found that too often, i get the job done with speed rather than quality, in terms of my daily search for God. stopping at hello is something that ive always been good at. i dont feel the need to entertain anyone, (especially if i dont like you) but the presence of the Holy God is something worth entertaining to the point of "forsakeing all others." there is always one more thing to try and get done, to try and fix. i tend to live my life like a tornado with destruction following everywhere i go. but, im searching for that holy freedom that allows me so say, "screw all that crap, ive got better things to do." instead, to my own detriment, i choose to go about life a rhino with its head cut off doing all the things i deem important enough to put priority over God. how can i even speak the name of God? worthless i am, and i stay until i loose myself of all that so easily entangles.  i just feel like going out into the woods and being with nothing but the things that can acurately communicate the character of God to me (for &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; creation has no choice but to praise its creator). as my prayers hit the ceiling, ill go beyond feelings and go inward to "the machine." doing what would glorify the name of God without regard for myself. &lt;br /&gt;i beat the bastard flesh and make him my slave so that after i have preached to others, i myself will not be disqualified the prize (1 Cor. 9:27, the warrior version). this, i will make my goal, denying that carnal man so the spirit man would rise up and takes his place where he belongs. honor and majesty to Him, for he alone can fulfill all my dreams and desires more than i could ever imagine. amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-84726184?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84726184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84726184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84726184' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-84539547</id><published>2002-11-14T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T14:50:12.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life goes on much as it has this past age. things change it seems, though not always for the better. one thing that i can praise however, is the leaps and bounds the film industry has made visually. why am i saying all of this? because i love Lord of the Rings (its worthy to be capitalized). enough about that. while i love it, it doesn't consume me (as it once did). while i have a lot to do today, i chose to skip my first (and only) class of the day and sleep until noon. this is something that is very rare. so, i have the day to relax and do what needs to be done. i have to say that 12.5 hours of sleep can produce some strange dreams... and when i woke, it left me feeling less that holy (as i had killed numerous people in my dream). i suppose that the warrior side every man has been forced to hide comes out through any opening it can... and that includes dreams. while guns are great fun (the particular weapon of choice in this dream) i much prefer swords. any punk can point and pull the trigger, but it takes real skill to wield the weapon of the ancients. though i have to live me life in restraint, perhaps when this is over and real life begins, ill get my featherd wings of platinum and my sword, which will be a throng cleaver of the foes of heaven. oh imagination, such a great gift. now, to finish the work at hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-84539547?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84539547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84539547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84539547' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-84403927</id><published>2002-11-12T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T01:03:48.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last weekend i went o my house and visited with my family. i was really good to see them again. it was really great to see my dog titus. God has blessed me with such a great family by His grace. I know that there is nothing i have ever done (or could ever do for that matter) to win his grace or deserve His mercy. one thing i know for sure, it abounds in such a way that when i feel far from Him, his kidness leads me to repentence. and looking back on time, seeking to remind myself of all His mercy, i can testify that His grace has allowed me to live. I will allow myslef to come under the shadow of His wings by obeying out of love.&lt;br /&gt;the days get harder as it seems there's no time for the things that i really want to do. I would rather be reading my books and studying the word than leaning about the history of the romans (as fascinating as it seems). today was lacking in everything but a bad time with God. that was the only highlight of my day. sitting and writing down scriptures to memorize was such a refreshing thing. being securely rooted in the word, my only offensive weapon against the "lord of cow dung". may it dwell richly in me!  (to the detriment of those that would exalt themselves above the knowledge fo God). now, to have dreams of demon conquests, fighting beside angels. my wings glimmering silver within white. sword in hand, go forth and win battles or a war that is already ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-84403927?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84403927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84403927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84403927' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-84209365</id><published>2002-11-07T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T00:02:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>longer-than-usual. 3 words that would describe the day ive had thus far. i only had one class this morning, so that wasnt bad. afterwards, however, i had to go and scrub clay pots for 6 hours. i used a water hose and a scrub brush. needless to say, i was soaking wet and if you look at the date for this post, its november. thats means its cold outside. anyway, i wish that i could say that i did it all with a joyful heart, but that would just be comitting another sin, so ill refrain. this weekend, i was going to stay on campus and do nothing (as has been the ritual for the past couple weeks) but instead I got a call from my sister asking me if i would come home for the weekend. although its 3 hours away and $40+ in gas, i thought i would go and be a good big brother (something that i have failed miserably at in the past), not just to support her (shes singing in church), but also for my brother who is feeling a little down... high school...there is not freedom in my tounge to unleash the foul words brought forth in my mind (which i throw out immediately). i only wish that i had been a better winess for those that were so lost, but i only won one. yet all of heaven rejoices over him. other than my battle with the pots, i just finished a mind-numbing take home exam. all this complaining really does me no good, so i think ill go get right. its all about perspective, and right now, my eyes are starting to burn from looking at the comuter screen, and thats my que. may He keep you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-84209365?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84209365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84209365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84209365' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-84135840</id><published>2002-11-06T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T16:39:58.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today has been uneventful; yet satisfying. like eating a ton of really good french fries. it tasted good, but it didnt really make you have that "oh that was so good and now im full and satisfied" feeling. i had a meeting with my advisor about next symesters classes (as i am a college student) and we found that  the schedual i wanted would work and i could graduate with my major as well as the minor that i wanted... and still have the space to take whatever classes i would want. that was a huge relief. now all that needs to happen is my getting into the classes. ill leave that up to Gods grace as it has NEVER dissapointed or failed me. i read this passage in the bible about how it would be more benifical (for doing the work of God) to be single and not married. although i had read this before, it freaked me out and i almost took a huge dump on my bed (where i was doing my devotions). then i read the next part about how if a man is unable to control his passions it would be better for him to get married (than to be filled with those passions).  i think that we can all take a guess as to what those "passions" refer to.  i thought to myself, "yeah, thats me, i guess it is ok to get married." oh the freedom we have in him who gives us life. anyway, im trying to work up the courage to go and work out (as i have missed the past weeek and now feel less than motivated). ok, im off...Lord, help me not to be vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-84135840?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84135840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84135840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84135840' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-84087393</id><published>2002-11-05T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T19:26:45.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive always been imaginative, and that quality often comes forth in my relationship with God. i find myself doing nothing special, making no impact on eternity. im content just to sit where i am and keep myself busy with trivial things. for the past 2 weeks, i dont think that i have really sat down and done anything to further my relationship with God. what discipline i had has all but gone out the door. one thing that i can say though; music still ministers to my heart despite its condition of apathy. why have i titled my blog warrior writings? well, more than anything else i would desire to be in the Lord's army. marching on towards glory, and coming through a real battle with our savior as our leader... man, it gives me chills! though i doubt that this will ever happen (at least in my physical lifetime), i hope that somehow He would count me as valuable as a warrior for his cause. if this scenario (which may seem childish: though at the heart of every man) never takes place physically, then maybe it can be lived out in the spiritual realm. during crappy times like this, where i feel less-than-holy, i feel as though im denying my calling. wanting to come back is not a problem, but denying myself and crucifying "the bastard" (that is my flesh) is. my perspective is not where is should be, and so my problems seem too big to deal with and i feel like giving up. yet, Christ calls me to take rest in Him. things will be made right, and i will give Him glory by accomplishing the work he has given me to do. while i feel crushed and already defeated in my spirit, i choose to claim the victory that is already mine through Christ Jesus.I pray that i would live my life to his glory as a royal priest bought with a price. and now to live the life; for the king and for the kingdom as a defender of the faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-84087393?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84087393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84087393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84087393' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919673.post-84077284</id><published>2002-11-05T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T16:04:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know what this will look like yet, or even what i will write (that is, how much i will allow you to see into my life). however, i can tell you this; that i dont use punctuation, caps, and i often spell things wrong. other than that, i think thats about all to start off.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919673-84077284?l=awarriorswritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84077284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919673/posts/default/84077284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awarriorswritings.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84077284' title=''/><author><name>brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05031352496601831817</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></entry></feed>
