<?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-5816058392491144065</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:12:30.810-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Facts'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Polls'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>livin'</title><subtitle type='html'>some thoughts on some stuff - will burger.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-6642640977141963310</id><published>2009-11-26T07:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:17:01.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What I'm Thankful For</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning in an incredibly thankful mood.  Since that doesn't happen very often (although I desperately wish it did) I decided to write a few things down.  These are the things I'm thankful for:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am thankful for my God.  I am thankful that he has a name, Yahweh.  I am thankful that he is a man, Jesus.  I am thankful that he has revealed himself in history, but I am most thankful that he reveals himself now.  I am thankful that faith is kind of like cliff jumping:  It looks silly, scary and stupid until you try it and realize that the reality of the act comes to you during the experience.  Only those that have taken the plunge understand, appreciate, and live for it.  I am thankful that ultimately we relate to God in relationship.  Not a one-way relationship, but a living, breathing, intimate and life-giving relationship.  I am thankful that the Lord has shown himself to me and that no matter what happens in my life I could never "un-believe" in him.  It is just like having a conversation with someone, walking away and trying to convince yourself that they don't exist.  It just can't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am thankful for my wife Brittany.  I am thankful for her heart, her courage, and her spirit.  I am thankful that I am joined together with her in this journey of life.  Wow.  I am thankful and in awe of her faith.  I am thankful for her joy and laughter.  I am thankful for the way that she mirrors the love of God in being a mother.  (Side note: I am thankful that she's the best cook in the whole wide world and it is awesome to watch her creativity and skill come out in the things she makes with such ease and delicacy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am thankful for my son Cooper.  I am thankful for the way in which his youthfulness and joy mirrors the spirit and nature of the Lord.  I am thankful that he has shown me the true meaning of having faith like a child.  I am thankful for his tender heart and his innocence.  I am thankful that he is growing into a strong, smart, and caring little boy.  I am thankful that he has such a wonderful support system of love around him.  I am thankful that the Lord has chosen him for a wonderful purpose that I get to play a part in bringing about and watching unfold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am thankful for the rest of my family.  I am thankful for my mother, father, brother, sister, step-father, step-mother, father in-law, mother in-law, step-father in-law, grandparents in-laws (sp?), brothers in-laws and the rest of my amazing extended family.  I am thankful for the way in which marriage brings about connections and unity not only with an added family, but with the family you've always had.  I have come to have such an appreciation for the way I was raised and the way that the Lord redeemed hard situations to bring about his glory and to shower love on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am thankful for my job.  I am thankful that the Lord has chosen me to bring his hope and love to middle schoolers in Boulder.  I love that.  I love the kids that I am currently walking with, and have gotten the privilege to walk with over the last 7 years.  I am thankful for the place where I work.  I am thankful that First Pres has such a commitment to the next generation, and shows their commitment where it counts the most and costs them the most.  That is the measure of support.  I am thankful for the people I work with.  They are wonderful examples of God's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am thankful for this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-6642640977141963310?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/6642640977141963310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=6642640977141963310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6642640977141963310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6642640977141963310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-im-thankful-for.html' title='What I&apos;m Thankful For'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-5109474231777051546</id><published>2009-10-04T16:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:21:31.329-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>In the Trenches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SskfpxIgD3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aT3p7miuStc/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SskfpxIgD3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aT3p7miuStc/s200/t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388873231549599602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Caleb is in 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade, and his family life is hard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His mom died when he was 5, and his dad, stretched thin as a middle-aged single father of 3 working as a carpet salesman, barely has enough time to work and feed his children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Relationships have come hard for his father in the past few years, and he’s lived with a two of his girlfriends without ever marrying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Caleb’s family is good enough; they stress morals, virtue, and the benefits of being good people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But without much of a reason for the question of “why”, deep down Caleb is confused.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sees the way in which his dad tries to love him and his siblings, but he also sees the incredible pain and lack of commitment in his father’s life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rarely is someone home when he walks in the front door from school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has trouble doing his homework and excelling in school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sees his older sister not coming home on the weekends and dating losers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last week he found her stash of bud (translation: marijuana), showed all his friends and stole some.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Caleb wonders why his father won’t seriously approach her about the stuff she’s doing, but all his friends think it’s cool so he doesn’t say anything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no spoken belief in God and Caleb has never attended a church service in his life… Fast forward to the day that his buddy Kevin invites him to come to his youth group with him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Caleb shows up nervous, but is soon glad to see other kids he knows from school along with a few cute girls that catch his eye.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He meets a volunteer leader and fills out a guest card with all his info (including writing his name as Chuck Norris) on it before leaving for the night and going home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stop here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Two worlds have collided and the situation is messy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the outside it could look a lot worse, and many times it is, but on the inside lies confusion, apathy and insecurity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This situation is too systemic and removed for a church program plagued by religious stigma, and too complex for a well-structured weeknight youth service.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Isn’t this the average American family that we come in contact with all the time?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t we name dozens of people that fit into a profile like this?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact is that many of us &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;easily&lt;/b&gt; identify the families like this in our community.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes it’s hard to see the suffering in people when it’s not overt and explicit, and many times Christians don’t know how to interact and speak into people who haven’t hit rock bottom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is intimidating.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Words don’t penetrate as deeply.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Simply put: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;it requires more of our time and relational energy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;All the awesome worship guitar rifts in the world won’t reach Caleb when he goes back to his day-to-day life and home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No awesome talk and funny video will do much by itself to bring Caleb to a place of true healing in his life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No flat screen TV with inspirational teaching loops on it will instantly provide him the love he needs to navigate the tough world around him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No awe-inspiring multi-million dollar church building will make his dad a better father to his children, or clean up his sister’s life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God definitely uses all the previously mentioned avenues of ministry in certain ways, but when left alone they fall well short of the way the Lord uses &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;people &lt;/i&gt;in the lives of each other.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Caleb knows this and deep down he’ll continue his journey, wandering like an isolated nomad through the deserts of adolescence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;It doesn’t matter that most experienced youth workers can immediately identify what’s wrong with this scenario, because in reality few people will do anything about it. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Life changing relationships&lt;/i&gt; just don’t happen all that often for kids like Caleb.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re not in the “inner circle” of the social youth group club.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re flaky and skeptical.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only group they really fit in is the broken, hurting, and lost majority of society. They have emotional walls up that will test the patience of all but the most dedicated, called and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;incarnationally minded &lt;/i&gt;people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;What’s that?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Incarnationally&lt;/i&gt; minded?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is that just some “Christianese” seminary word?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, for most people yes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The truth is though, if you want to understand what real ministry in the trenches looks like, you have to understand the power of incarnational relationships.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the core of following and believing in Jesus Christ is the idea that God &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;incarnated&lt;/i&gt; himself, or became flesh, and dwelt among us. (John 1:14)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went from heaven to earth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went from the comfortable to the painful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He went somewhere that he was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;out of place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;He laid down his life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How we attempt to do the same in the lives of those around us will determine the effectiveness of our ministry and our faith.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our goal and call is simple:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;present the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;life changing power of the gospel of Jesus Christ, which we have seen FIRST HAND, to a world that desperately needs it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The way in which we go about it requires something of us: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-5109474231777051546?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/5109474231777051546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=5109474231777051546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5109474231777051546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5109474231777051546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-trenches.html' title='In the Trenches'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SskfpxIgD3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aT3p7miuStc/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-3932230792122333120</id><published>2009-09-19T15:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:05:30.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following is an excerpt from an Irving Kristol essay titled "Income Inequality Without Class Conflict", Dec, 18, 1997.  Reprinted in the Wall Street Journal on 9/19/09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It is often said that capitalism - that is, a market economy - is morally obnoxious because its 'trickle-down economics' inevitably creates inequality of income and wealth.  Now it is certainly true that 'trickle-down economics' has that effect.  It is also true, however, that if you want economic growth and greater affluence for all, there is simply no alternative to 'trickle-down economics,' which is just another name for growth economics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world has yet to see a successful version of 'trickle-UP economics,' an egalitarian society in which the sate ensures that the fruits of economic growth are universally and equally shared.  The trouble with this idea - it is, of course, the socialist ideal - is that it does not produce those fruits in the first place.  Economic growth is promoted by entrepreneurs and innovators, whose ambitions, when realized, create inequality.  No one with any knowledge of human nature can expect such people not to want to be relatively rich, and if they are too long frustrated they will cease to be productive.  Nor can the state substitute for them, because the state simply cannot engage in the 'creative destruction' that is an essential aspect of innovation.  The state cannot and should not be a risk-taking institution, since it is politically impossible for any state to cope with the inevitable bankruptcies associated with economic risk taking."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-3932230792122333120?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/3932230792122333120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=3932230792122333120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/3932230792122333120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/3932230792122333120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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-5816058392491144065.post-556517954763698290</id><published>2009-07-29T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:22:48.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curing the Cancer: Mistrust</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Lately a spirit of unity has been sweeping over the youth ministry community where I live.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems that we’ve all come to the conclusion that if we don’t work together we’re like people swimming alone up a swift river…working really hard and not going anywhere.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More than that, I think we’ve come to realize that in a city like Boulder, unity in the faith community speaks volumes to people seeking truth in their lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boulder is a place of deeply fractured belief systems.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no one dominate world-view, and people are precisely attracted to living here for that reason.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being united in belief and practice stands out in sharp contrast to the world around us, and the power of cooperative truth can be a strong magnet to people looking for the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;The last thing we need to have is a fractured Church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think we’d all agree with this statement, at least in spirit, and I know that there are many people who have heartbeats driving them to promote unity in the Christian community.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is wonderful…and needed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been wrestling with this idea though, and I’m constantly confronted with the question of why.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is unity so hard in practice?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More importantly, what does Christ mean when he calls us to be one as he and his Father are one?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As I’m being led to work in unity with the people around me, I’m realizing just how hard it can be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m beginning to understand how little differences can actually become huge barriers in the process of gaining momentum.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To begin the process of understanding each other and moving to a place of true undivided ministry, we can’t just expose the areas that we disagree on and attempt to reconcile them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This approach is many times impossible and even dangerous.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will always disagree.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, we should disagree…it’s healthy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Homogenous ministry approaches and worldviews can lead to blind-sided organizational structures and will miss out on reaching/communicating to whole groups of people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without disagreement, it is impossible for us to improve, restore and grow each other as iron sharpens iron.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An iron sword standing alone becomes dull and useless…as do we when we aren’t opening ourselves up to the criticisms (and even the slightly off-base ideas) of others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This leads us to the conclusion that it is not disagreement on it’s own that is causing so much strife within the Christian community …it is something much deeper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Something is present in conflict that tries to take our differences (that which are inherently beautiful and part of our creation) and turn them into ugly irreconcilable monsters that threaten the very fabric of our being.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to dive deep into &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;mistrust&lt;/i&gt; and the ways in which it divides and conquers the body of Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mistrust acts like a cancer cell in our spirit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It breeds on itself and multiplies until it takes over whole regions in our lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It takes away the freedom and beauty that comes when the Christian community acts in a healthy way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Mistrust is developed in two major ways as it relates to the ministry community: It comes from our own insecurities around who we are in Christ, and it comes out of a misunderstanding of the kingdom of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we forget the darkness that Christ called us and redeemed us out of, we can quickly forget that the Lord takes us first as we are and then begins the process of transformation within us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He takes all of our shortsighted ideas, our less-than-holy lives, and our brokenness, and in turn he gives us life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He lets us on to his team…he asks us to join his ‘club’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We forget that we are imperfect sinners called to live deeply in grace, and then we project impossible standards of perfection on to those around us that are still actively falling short.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When they don’t stand up to those standards, we call them heretics and accuse them of watering down the gospel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Couldn’t this be what Jesus was partly rebuking the Pharisees for in Matthew 23:4 and Luke 11:46 when he mentions the burdens that they place on people without lifting their own fingers to help them as they stumble? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It seems that one of the problems of the Pharisees was that they pictured a kingdom of heaven without the broken, messy, and redeemed people of the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were the epitome of mistrust.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They didn’t trust each other, let alone other Jews and Gentiles.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Christ called lowly fishermen to be his disciples, heal, teach, and start his church, it raised more than a few angry fists.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;All this to say, as we live in a kingdom of crazy, broken, and sinful people, we can’t let disagreements (however right and just we may be in the situation) become a foothold for disunity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, we should act like Paul encourages us to in Galatians 6:1…restore each other gently.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to pick our battles and any time we begin to worship the clarity of our theological pool, we have to remember that Jesus just might come walk through it with muddy boots on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-556517954763698290?l=willburger.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-6991744668500418839</id><published>2009-01-03T09:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:45:08.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Bible Divided?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Arise, my soul, arise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake off thy guilty fears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bleeding Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my behalf appears:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the throne my Surety stands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My name is written on His hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My God is reconciled;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His pardoning voice I hear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He owns me for His child;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can no longer fear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With confidence I now draw nigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And 'Father, Abba, Father,' cry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Charles Wesley-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is beautiful.  And at first glance it would appear to be only talking about a reality that comes to us in the New Testament with the sacrifice of Jesus.  While never saying the word 'mercy', the hymn is all about the deep, incredible and abounding mercies of God.  That we, an imperfect and rebellious people, should ever share the table with the Most High and be called his sons and daughters is truly an amazing and undeserved thing.  These truths are not something that most Christ followers would protest against, but there is something that we mustn't ever mistake.  The mercy of God is not just something that happens to 'appear' in the New Testament as if it had been hibernating throughout the Old Testament.  In fact, mercy and judgement, being one in the nature of God, appear in equal parts throughout the whole Bible.  Even though the Lord doesn't need defending or explaining, it is helpful to see the ways in which this oneness of character is shown throughout the scriptures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is a great, awful, and mysterious thing that God continually tries to reconcile himself to rebellious sons and daughters of his creation.  The fact that the prophets of the Old Testament were sent to us at all shows the mercy of the Lord abounding in it's infinitude.  How many times does he plead with his people to repent and turn back to him in the Old Testament?  To count would miss the point because that is what the whole Bible is about.  The coming of Jesus is the ultimate fulfillment of the merciful nature of God, but with it also comes ultimate justice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;John 12:47,48 says this:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As for the person who hears my words but does not keep them, I do not judge him.  For I did not come to judge the world, but to save it.  There is a judge for the one who rejects me and does not accept my words; that very word which I spoke will condemn him at the last day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jesus is saying here that he doesn't need to point an accusing finger at anybody, as if he were some judge sitting on a bench deciding peoples fates on a whim.  He's saying that his job was to come and speak truth to all that would hear and all who wouldn't.  That's it.  God's mercy is out there for all that decide to take it and live into it.  Jesus didn't come to judge anybody, but that doesn't change the fact that his words are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; and they never change.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also think it is important that we realize that God didn't just decide to one day change his nature and send Jesus into the world.  He is perfect in both his justice and his mercy.  They never contradict themselves in his nature; His words are the same yesterday, today, and forever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-6991744668500418839?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/6991744668500418839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=6991744668500418839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6991744668500418839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6991744668500418839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2009/01/bible-divided.html' title='A Bible Divided?'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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-5816058392491144065.post-5835443478038724883</id><published>2008-12-21T22:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:59:02.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immutability</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SU8roqDCmMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jmWq1DaVOWI/s1600-h/mother-hen.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SU8roqDCmMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jmWq1DaVOWI/s200/mother-hen.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282488865410685122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chance and change are busy in our little world of nature and men, but in Thee we find no variableness nor shadow of turning.  We rest in Thee without fear or doubt and face our tomorrows without anxiety."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even if you know what the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immutability&lt;/span&gt; means, how many people have ever really used it in a sentence?  I have a horrible vocabulary and I never was good at pulling words out on the fly to impress.  In fact, I still have a few words that I am constantly using in the wrong context...and I don't care.  The truth is though, that I've come to love this little (or not so little) word immutability lately.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being incapable of change&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most importantly, it is a quality that is central to understanding God.  God is immutable.  He is incapable of changing.  His very nature prohibits itself from changing.  To change would imply that what the former state of God wasn't perfected in it's entirety and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need to change&lt;/span&gt; would be present.  He would either have to go from bad to better, from better to worse, mature to immature, or vice versa.  God is perfect.  He is what he has always been, what he wants to be, and what he can't help but being.  Of course we are talking about the core here...the very nature of God.  Even when Christ was born into the world, God didn't change his nature...Jesus was there from the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a world and life that is wrought with change, some good and some bad, most people would say that it is hard.  Even if it is a change that needs to happen, it pulls us away from our comfort zone and isolates us with doubt.  We need to realize that change is not an inherently holy thing.  It is a result of fallen people needing to re-align themselves with their creator.  A man who walked closely with the Lord once said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In God no change is possible; in men change is impossible to escape.  Neither the man is fixed nor his world, but he and it are in constant flux.  Each man appears for a little while to laugh and weep, to work and play, and then to go to make room for those who shall follow him in the never-ending cycle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't we all search for an everlasting permanence in our lives?  Don't we forever seek the solid rock to make our home upon?  Don't we desire to settle the Promised Land and live amongst family that know us?  I'm convinced that even the hard core wanderers among us (and I've done some wandering of my own) deeply desire to put their roots down in the soil of permanence.  That is what the Lord offers us.  That is what he wants to redeem us to.  Each of us know inherently that life changes ultimately bring us to the final change...death.  The cyclical nature of change ends up bringing us to a point of finality and fear.  It's depressing if you think about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can we seek the immutability of God while still realizing that the Lord works his plan of redemption through the very process that he stands against?  He desires complete permanence for us in him, but to bring us there he needs us to change.  I hope we realize that God will never change to suit our needs or fill our brokenness...instead he invites us into his immutable umbrella like a hen gathering her chicks.  That is beautiful...and immutable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-5835443478038724883?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/5835443478038724883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=5835443478038724883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5835443478038724883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5835443478038724883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/12/immutability.html' title='Immutability'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SU8roqDCmMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jmWq1DaVOWI/s72-c/mother-hen.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-768898608752540144</id><published>2008-12-09T09:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:23:33.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>where words fail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lord, how great is our dilemma!  In thy presence silence best becomes us, but love inflames our hearts and constrains us to speak.  Were we to hold our peace the stones would cry out; yet if we speak, what shall we say?  Teach us to know that we cannot know, for the things of God knoweth no man, but the Spirit of God.  Let faith support us where reason fails, and we shall think because we believe, not in order that we may believe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-A.W. Tozer, The Knowledge of the Holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is not just a reflective prayer written down by a man who intimately knew God, but truth of a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; dilemma that we are faced with as people.  The more we get to know the Lord and see his ways, the more we get faced with this situation.  The Bible is full of scripture that speaks to this very truth.  David in The Psalms, Jesus speaking of the hearts of his followers, and Paul talking about the supremacy of Christ in the book of Colossians as well as the work of the Holy Spirit in the children of God, all describe this.  Our prayer should be simply that God shows us himself in this way...and then we wait for him to reveal himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-768898608752540144?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/768898608752540144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=768898608752540144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/768898608752540144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/768898608752540144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-words-fail.html' title='where words fail...'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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-5816058392491144065.post-3661287074525108094</id><published>2008-12-05T09:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:18:26.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As Jesus went on from there, two blind men followed him, calling out, 'Have mercy on us, Son of David!'  When he had gone indoors, the blind men came to him, and he asked them, 'Do you believe that I am able to do this?' 'Yes, Lord,' they replied.  Then he touched their eyes and said, 'According to your faith will it be done to you'; and their sight was restored." -Matthew 9:27-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I just returned from a trip to Mamelodi, South Africa.  I went down there with a group from Cincinnati, Ohio, and I was assigned to be a part of a medical team for the duration of the trip.  Mamelodi is a township outside of the city of Pretoria, created during Apartheid, and almost 100% black.  The makeshift city (full of squatters and people of abject poverty living alongside middle class families) has a staggering HIV/AIDS positive population.  We set up medical tents out in the lower class neighborhoods and invited all who needed it to come and receive the medical treatment that we could provide.  There was about 15-20 people on the medical team, including a handful of nurses and three doctors.  I have no prior medical experience.  My job was to work in the Triage tent, effectively being the first person to come in contact with those seeking care.  I had to figure out whether or not they needed to see a doctor, and if not then I had to let our "pharmacy" know what they needed to help alleviate some of the illnesses they came in with.  Every day 300+ people would show up to receive care, and the doctors/nurses could only personally see so many of them.  I got rather good at diagnosing the common cold, heat rash, women's health issues (don't ask), and arthritis in the elderly.  I prayed that the Lord would give me eyes to see into what was ailing them and to speak directly into whatever it was.  Many of the people simply needed someone to talk to.  Many of them were also beyond help, dying of AIDS, and in the advanced stages of cancer.  I personally witnessed dozens upon dozens of people get tested positive for HIV and have to be confronted of the new reality of their life.  I saw dozens of babies, many less than a year old, come in with lesions all over their bodies, already living near death with AIDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;All this to say, it hit me that we were "doing" relatively little:  Maybe a diagnosis here, some ibuprofen there, and a lesson on menopause to some wholly uneducated women all around.  For the most part, we had none of their prior medical histories, incomplete testing, and referrals that would probably never end up in a real doctor's office.  People were dying.  They needed a miracle.  The Lord showed up.  I saw it with my own eyes and was a witness to His healing.  These people had more faith that God would heal them more completely than a doctor could any day.  Many would come up to us, not believing in Jesus, and ask us to pray for them anyways.  I felt like I was living in the Book of Acts in the Bible.  I saw people walk that couldn't before.  I saw people see who couldn't before.  I saw people hear the name of Jesus for the first time in their lives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;We live in a country that has been blessed (and it is a blessing) with wonderful health care, and the most gifted doctors in the world.  We can easily forget that many in the world don't have that.  We can easily forget that in those situations, prayer is powerful.  Prayer is essential.  Who is praying?  We know that in the Bible, Jesus would simply heal people on account of their faith.  i.e. they just believed that &lt;/span&gt;he could do it&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-3661287074525108094?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/3661287074525108094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=3661287074525108094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/3661287074525108094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/3661287074525108094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/12/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-1989959960226719045</id><published>2008-11-04T09:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:45:59.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-1989959960226719045?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/1989959960226719045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=1989959960226719045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1989959960226719045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1989959960226719045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/11/theology-of-holy-spiritwhat.html' title=''/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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-5816058392491144065.post-8243701669362370567</id><published>2008-10-07T10:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:35:56.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>pass the halves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SOuP5SY-4JI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PR9tc7TPAfY/s1600-h/nomad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254451604609753234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SOuP5SY-4JI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PR9tc7TPAfY/s200/nomad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you read the beginning of Genesis 15 in the Bible, there's this peculiar story of God making a covenant promise to Abraham (Abram at the time). It was a promise that he and his descendants would take possession of what would become known as Israel (i.e. the &lt;em&gt;Promised&lt;/em&gt; Land). Abram asks God how he can know for certain that he will gain possession of the land and God does something crazy. He asks for a bunch of young animals to be brought before him, cut in half and lined up down a sort of aisle with each half on the opposite side of the other. Then God, in the form of a blazing torch, passes through the aforementioned aisle. This in turn seals the covenant, or promise, that God just made with Abram. I did a little reading and found out something interesting. It was a widely held practice in the ancient near east (Middle East) to seal covenants in this way. Ancient Hittite (the kingdom that found it's roots in modern day Turkey) and Amorite (semi-nomadic peoples of Mesopotamia) texts indicate of similar practices being held to seal covenants made between different parties or people groups. The thing about it was that by performing this ritual and personally passing through the animal halves, you were calling down a curse on yourself if you were to break the covenant. In a sense, you were witnessing your own fate (through the fate of the dissected animals) if the entirety of the covenant were not kept. This sounds like some other crazy and distanced ritual of the ancient world until we realize that &lt;em&gt;God himself&lt;/em&gt; passes through the halves on his own accord. He is calling down a sort of curse on himself if His end of the promise is not kept to Abram and his descendents. Then I thought...God didn't need to do that. He's GOD. His word should be enough for us. Later in the Bible, there's an account through the prophet Jeremiah of Israel not holding their end of the covenant to be faithful to God. He draws on this ritual narrative again of passing through the halves. Essentially he's saying that it is now the people of ancient Israel's fate to end up like those animals. Then I think to Jesus. The lamb (frequently the animals used in the ritual sacrifice were lambs) that was sacrificed for &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;. The New Testament talks about Christ's body being &lt;em&gt;broken&lt;/em&gt; for us. All the images I have in my head of this ancient ritual of passing through broken animal halves come rushing back into my head. They go immediately to the fact that instead of holding us to our end of the bargain and covenant, God took the curse on Himself. I bet an ancient king wouldn't have done that to someone who broke his treaty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-8243701669362370567?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/8243701669362370567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=8243701669362370567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8243701669362370567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8243701669362370567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/10/pass-halves.html' title='pass the halves...'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SOuP5SY-4JI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PR9tc7TPAfY/s72-c/nomad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-8690486315053757626</id><published>2008-10-06T14:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:14:43.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>obedience...what??</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"We know that we have come to know him if we obey his commands.  The man who says, 'I know him,' but does not do what he commands is a liar, and the truth is not in him.  But if anyone obeys his word, God's love is truly made complete in him.  This is how we know we are in him: Whoever claims to live in him must walk as Jesus did."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-1 John 2:3-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else feel as uncomfortable as I do?  Why of all passages do I feel most weird about putting this one up for everyone to see?  How many "Christians" does this contradict?  Who feels just a little hypocritical?  It's not just about what we can claim to believe...it's about our actions.  It's about our &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt;.  A verbal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proclamation&lt;/span&gt; doesn't count for much if there's no reality to back it up.  In fact, a declaration of the mouth should be the last thing on our mind when it comes to looking at ourselves and seeing where we "match up."    I feel a little exposed right now....also, Jesus was a carpenter.  Just a note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-8690486315053757626?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/8690486315053757626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=8690486315053757626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8690486315053757626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8690486315053757626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/10/obediencewhat.html' title='obedience...what??'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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-5816058392491144065.post-6890188064885960938</id><published>2008-10-02T11:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:06:50.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The gift of the prophetic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SOUNs9-2eJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CcBQy5nSKsw/s1600-h/desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252619606601136274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SOUNs9-2eJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CcBQy5nSKsw/s200/desert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Scholars can interpret the past; It takes prophets to interpret the present."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A.W. Tozer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many things that the human intellect can never achieve, but one of the most important is the gift of prophetic insight. We can study all we want, read all we can, and grow wise beyond our years, but unless we get on our knees and pray for the Lord to interpret the present for us, we will lack Godly understanding. The gift of prophecy, contrary to popular belief, is not the ability to tell the future. It may encompass that, but primarily it is the ability to see from &lt;em&gt;God's point of view&lt;/em&gt;. Given that definition, how important is it for modern prophets to be raised up during these difficult times in our world?? We don't need one more talking head or pundit to "interpret" anything for us, nor do we need our supposed leaders to come up with their version of solutions for our problems. The people of God need to be praying earnestly for the voice of the Lord to be raised up, and the eyes of His faithful to be opened. The truth won't come through the likely channels of communication, and it won't come from the people we expect it to come from. The prophets of the Lord have rarely been attractive to anyone, and usually they are rugged. They don't care for man's wisdom, and earn the scorn of people...including large parts of Christendom. We need to pray for these people to come along, and for the eyes to see them when they do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-6890188064885960938?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/6890188064885960938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=6890188064885960938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6890188064885960938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6890188064885960938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/10/gift-of-prophetic.html' title='The gift of the prophetic...'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SOUNs9-2eJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CcBQy5nSKsw/s72-c/desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-408146407059503099</id><published>2008-09-29T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:40:40.526-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SOEhIRe8PnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7S1YK_ZscOc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251515066506559090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SOEhIRe8PnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7S1YK_ZscOc/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was meeting with my staff and we were talking about a book we're going through called "Listening to God." At first it seems like it would be just another self-help thing with 7 easy steps to hearing the Lord. I've seen so many books, articles, and sermons that take that approach, and truthfully I didn't want anymore. I opened it up, read the first chapter and it blew me away. He starts by talking about his wife's slow death of cancer and how it acted as a catalyst to bring him to his knees and cry out for the Lord. He showed how suffering plays a crucial role for many people in showing them their need for God. Some people would say that this is proof that we have "made God up" to suit our needs or provide outside help for ourselves when we're hurting, but I think that it's just the opposite. God moves during this time. It's not just a conjuring up of feelings that goes on when we hurt and look for an explanation, it's an active moment of intervention in our lives on the part of God. Similar to the way that the wind blows without our doing or consent and physically affects us. Need brings about provision. Talk to the countless number of people that have spent time serving in abject poverty and ask them about the crazy ways people get their needs met. It's more tangible. We don't need the provision of God in our every day lives. We've already "provided" it all for ourselves. If we do ask God for something it's usually emotional or theoretical. How often is it a basic human need? How often do we hear his clear answer? How often do we wait until he speaks? There seems to be a connection with suffering/need and hearing the voice of the Lord. Read the Bible and see when He shows up most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-408146407059503099?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/408146407059503099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=408146407059503099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/408146407059503099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/408146407059503099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/09/listening.html' title='listening'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SOEhIRe8PnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7S1YK_ZscOc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-7147261885317477710</id><published>2008-09-28T14:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:46:20.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SN_tE0tAQfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4LwPhmB6U2k/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251176357659951602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SN_tE0tAQfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4LwPhmB6U2k/s200/football.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm sitting on my couch and watching the undefeated Broncos lose to the winless (in their last 12 games) Chiefs. I've had to re-realize that "it's just a football game" over and over again in my life. When I sit down and watch my team play I don't want to see them lose, and as much as I would like to I don't want to see just a "good game." I want them to win and win big. It's nice to pull for a team that dominates...but seriously, how often does that happen? It sure doesn't happen with the teams that I cheer for. (check out Texas A&amp;amp;M for example...) I've started thinking to all the times that a team I love loses and it puts me in a bad mood. All the times that I'll yell my face off at a game, only to be dissappointed when my team get's their butt kicked. Don't get me wrong, I love sports and there is an element of it that's fun regardless of the outcome, but most of the time my heart and emotions get away from me. Maybe it's just that I'm an overly passionate person, or maybe it's normal...either way I don't like it. I feel like we can easily put the passions, interests, and hobbies ahead of the more important things in our lives. I think I can border on "worship" of these things sometimes. When all put in perspective, I realize that dudes I don't know playing catch and tackle in front of thousands of people shouldn't determine my mood. For better or for worse. I think to all the people who put their identity in things like this (sports, politics, work, cars, relationships, etc...) and I don't want to be one of them anymore. I have one God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-7147261885317477710?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/7147261885317477710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=7147261885317477710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7147261885317477710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7147261885317477710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/09/football.html' title='football'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SN_tE0tAQfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4LwPhmB6U2k/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-7851591087585879272</id><published>2008-08-23T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:27:16.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Know your world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SLCOm0ULhtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9-TnDI9gv80/s1600-h/sahara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237843164161345234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SLCOm0ULhtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9-TnDI9gv80/s200/sahara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently found this on another friend's site and thought it was amazing. If there was ever a time to know about the Middle East it's definitely now. This is a test to see whether you know the geography of the area or not. It includes North Africa, the Middle East, and Central Asia. I've been there twice and I still had some trouble figuring it all out...see how you do. Here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.rethinkingschools.org/just_fun/games/mapgame.html"&gt;http://www.rethinkingschools.org/just_fun/games/mapgame.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-7851591087585879272?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/7851591087585879272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=7851591087585879272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7851591087585879272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7851591087585879272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/08/know-your-world.html' title='Know your world...'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SLCOm0ULhtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9-TnDI9gv80/s72-c/sahara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-5475419988591990516</id><published>2008-06-03T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:54.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacklining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you could map out all the people who slackline in the world and put me and my friends somewhere on the spectrum of talent we'd fall near the back. There's so many ridiculously amazing slackliners out there (backfli&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SEVr9ve8uzI/AAAAAAAAACk/dV7HM1BXZ_w/s1600-h/Slacklining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207687252586314546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SEVr9ve8uzI/AAAAAAAAACk/dV7HM1BXZ_w/s200/Slacklining.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ps) but the mere fact that there's few people who do it makes us look good.  Clark and I went out on Sunday to the park on Canyon St. and set up a long one. Pretty soon we had a nice little crowd around us. Whatever works. These two high schoolers came up, broke out their bong and soon we had a nice little convention around us fascinated with our every move. They asked us what we did for a living and I told them I worked with kids at the church down the street. One of them told me he was a quaker, but didn't know what communion stood for and wanted to. We shared some Jesus with them and they listened for awhile. I ended up giving them my number and telling them (plus all the others around) to stop on by and I'd buy them lunch. Hopefully they'll come. That's how it works sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-5475419988591990516?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/5475419988591990516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=5475419988591990516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5475419988591990516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5475419988591990516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/06/slacklining.html' title='Slacklining'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SEVr9ve8uzI/AAAAAAAAACk/dV7HM1BXZ_w/s72-c/Slacklining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-4446078234180328969</id><published>2008-04-16T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:55.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SAY1Ig3lk1I/AAAAAAAAACc/bRofeOCV7N0/s1600-h/pyramids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189894040969384786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SAY1Ig3lk1I/AAAAAAAAACc/bRofeOCV7N0/s200/pyramids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been thinking a lot about the word "today". It should be my life theme....who knows. As people, and especially as Americans the idea of the future is drilled into us constantly. Plan ahead, be smart, go to school, get a job, set goals, etc... While all this is good to a certain degree, we get obsessed by it. When we look at our character, we can easily apply this same principle to the formation of ourselves. The thought process goes something like this: "someday I'll be a person of character...I'm going to map out how to do that right now and act as if I already am because that's what any respectable person should do." The problem with this thinking is similar to saying that I want to build a skyscraper but I can't get past thinking how awesome it's &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to be someday. That's all good and fine, but the reality is there is &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of work to do between then and now. Each individual brick, support beam, window, bathroom, air duct, and light is going to need to be constructed before it looks remotely like a finished product. This process takes a long time. It takes having to wake up every morning and get up the motivation to work hard for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Take this back to ourselves and the formation of our character. The same thing applies. Every morning you wake up you can make the choice on how you want to live your life and who you're going to live it for. God and other people, or ourselves? Can we patiently let the Lord work out his plan through us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a million stones, hard labor, and time you can build the Great Pyramids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-4446078234180328969?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/4446078234180328969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=4446078234180328969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/4446078234180328969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/4446078234180328969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/04/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/SAY1Ig3lk1I/AAAAAAAAACc/bRofeOCV7N0/s72-c/pyramids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-4872369442348372540</id><published>2008-02-27T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:41:24.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Tozer</title><content type='html'>"The red bloodcells are like faith: they carry the life-giving oxygen to every part of the body. The white cells are like disbelief: it pounces on the dead and toxic matter and carries it out to the drain."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;A.W. Tozer, The Root of the Righteous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-4872369442348372540?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/4872369442348372540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=4872369442348372540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/4872369442348372540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/4872369442348372540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/02/tozer.html' title='Tozer'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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-5816058392491144065.post-8011359673734409188</id><published>2008-01-24T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:55.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R5kisC4Mw8I/AAAAAAAAACU/AYQnvVFhGBE/s1600-h/christ+redeemer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159192988211790786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R5kisC4Mw8I/AAAAAAAAACU/AYQnvVFhGBE/s200/christ+redeemer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting in Starbucks the other day reading and a group of 10 or so high school students walked in the door and sat down at a table near me. They were talking about whatever it is that high schoolers talk about and I couldn't help but sit there and listen. Earlier, I had been thinking about the fact that whether you believed in Jesus or not, he still remains one of the most misunderstood figures in all of historical account. No other name evokes the imagery or response that JESUS does. In America, you can't walk down the street and meet someone who hasn't every heard of Jesus in some form or fashion before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to give a talk later that night to hundreds of middle school students about Jesus, and I got to thinking that it would be a good idea to ask the high school students sitting near me some questions as I was formulating what I was going to say. I got up out of my chair, went over to where they were sitting, and said: "hey guys, can I ask you some questions? I'm giving a talk to a bunch of kids tonight about Jesus, and I want to know if you were one of them, what questions would you have for me about Jesus?" At first they thought I was selling them something, but when they realized that I just wanted to know their thoughts they started opening up like crazy. I got everything from: "how much does Jesus bench press?" to "was Jesus black?" to "what WOULD Jesus do?". They asked a lot of questions about what he said, will he come back, and was he God. It's funny because all of their questions are answered in the Bible (besides the bench press question). I feel like there are more opinions floating around out there about Jesus than any other person who ever lived, but at the same time there are 4 accounts that go deep into exactly what he did. I know that people contest the authority of the Bible, but I don't think that's the real problem as to why people don't know what Jesus was all about. I think it's because we don't bother to take the time to read about him. I hear people say all the time that they don't mind Jesus, they just don't like Christians. That's unfortunate and sadly true a lot of times, but that is weak excuse to not believe what Jesus said. If it was just you and the Gospels on a desert island, I think you'd think a little differently about what Jesus is &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-8011359673734409188?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/8011359673734409188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=8011359673734409188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8011359673734409188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8011359673734409188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2008/01/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R5kisC4Mw8I/AAAAAAAAACU/AYQnvVFhGBE/s72-c/christ+redeemer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-5986924338318565753</id><published>2007-12-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:55.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>the reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R2GmKtFtKOI/AAAAAAAAACM/WtCOVnawtJI/s1600-h/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143574952266246370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R2GmKtFtKOI/AAAAAAAAACM/WtCOVnawtJI/s200/nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the season. How many times have you ever heard that phrase about Christmas? It's true that we totally forget (or are completely sick of hearing about) what Christmas is about. It's not that we don't care, believe it, or want to think about it, it's just that a lot of people get sick of Christmas 2 weeks into December. We've also heard about it so many times in our lives, its really hard to sit and be moved while remembering an event that took place over 2000 years ago. When we try and remember it, our thoughts are dominated by little Nativity scenes, Christmas carols, snow, Santa, and Christmas Trees...it all can be distracting. The month leading up to Christmas is called &lt;em&gt;Advent&lt;/em&gt;, and I really doubt 98% of people really knows what that means. I didn't, so I did a little research. The word&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Advent comes from the latin word &lt;em&gt;adventus&lt;/em&gt; which comes from the greek word &lt;em&gt;parousia&lt;/em&gt; which refers to the Second Coming of Christ. That's confusing. Simply put, Advent is a time that not only is supposed to remind us of the historical event of Jesus' birth, but is also to remind us that he is living and will come back again. That was the original intent of the Christmas season. We don't just remember something that has come and gone in the distant past, get some sentimental feelings and open presents to feel happy...we remember that Jesus didn't leave us alone. He came to this earth, and he's coming back again. That changes the meaning a little bit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-5986924338318565753?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/5986924338318565753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=5986924338318565753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5986924338318565753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5986924338318565753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/12/reason.html' title='the reason...'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R2GmKtFtKOI/AAAAAAAAACM/WtCOVnawtJI/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-1747864730104674653</id><published>2007-12-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:55.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Soccer Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R1XDhdFtKNI/AAAAAAAAACE/iRcV14-N7_4/s1600-h/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140229529224947922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R1XDhdFtKNI/AAAAAAAAACE/iRcV14-N7_4/s200/soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe they should lower the stadium ticket prices......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-1747864730104674653?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/1747864730104674653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=1747864730104674653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1747864730104674653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1747864730104674653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/12/soccer-game.html' title='Soccer Game'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R1XDhdFtKNI/AAAAAAAAACE/iRcV14-N7_4/s72-c/soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-1555554722081083006</id><published>2007-11-28T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:04:38.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It is a profound irony that the Son of God visited this planet and one of the chief complaints against him was that he was not religious enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rebecca Pippert in &lt;em&gt;Out of the Salt Shaker &amp;amp; into the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this quote, and the book is one of my favorites about sharing faith, but it scares me.  It scares me that many institutions of faith, the Church, and "Godly" people are a lot of times too religious for God.  What does that say??  Anyone who takes the time to really look into the life of Jesus will see that this was the reason people wrote him off.  He wasn't good enough for their "religion".  He ruffled their feathers just a little too much.  Jesus wasn't religious.  He had faith and conviction, but could never fit into the mold of the religious establishment of the day.  Do we continually put ourselves at odds with what Jesus &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; taught?  If Jesus came today, would we be more interested in our own ideas of what he should say than what he would really say?  A well known pastor of a church in California, Francis Chan, has said: "If Jesus came and started a church near mine, I would probably have more members."  I love his honesty, because it speaks to a greater desire in all of us to pursue our own agenda and glory.  I bet if we all looked deep into our views of faith, we would realize that we always feel the pressure to be more "religious" than God calls us to be.  He calls us to be righteous and holy, but in that is the true calling to be REAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-1555554722081083006?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/1555554722081083006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=1555554722081083006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1555554722081083006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1555554722081083006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/religion.html' title='Religion'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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-5816058392491144065.post-1298714426937478901</id><published>2007-11-23T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:54:37.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts'/><title type='text'>Turkeys</title><content type='html'>While we're in the season, I thought I'd give you some turkey facts...here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The turkey has no special meaning behind it's consumption on Thanksgiving...it just happened to be the most plentiful meat around at the time.&lt;br /&gt;-Over 49 million turkeys will be bought and eaten this Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;-The country with the highest consumption of turkey per person is Israel clocking in at 27 lbs/person/year&lt;br /&gt;-Turkeys have been known to drown when they look up during a rainstorm&lt;br /&gt;-They have an excellent field of vision that stretches 270 degrees around&lt;br /&gt;-They can run up to 20 mph&lt;br /&gt;-Benjamin Franklin wanted the national bird to be a turkey&lt;br /&gt;-The heaviest turkey ever found was 86 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;-Their heads change colors when they're excited&lt;br /&gt;-Baby turkeys are called Poults&lt;br /&gt;-They have a long, red, fleshy area that grows from their forehead...it's called a SNOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know more than you ever wanted to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-1298714426937478901?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/1298714426937478901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=1298714426937478901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1298714426937478901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1298714426937478901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkeys.html' title='Turkeys'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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-5816058392491144065.post-7784770296332760473</id><published>2007-11-20T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:56.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R0NdvpfQrwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UaOExQQP0Ec/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135051073304702722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R0NdvpfQrwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UaOExQQP0Ec/s200/turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1789, President George Washington issued the Thanksgiving Proclamation to the people of the United States of America. Here's an excerpt: "Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be—That we may then all unite in rendering unto him our sincere and humble thanks—for his kind care and protection of the People of this Country..." I don't think you'll hear that mentioned in school. Have we lost the initial meaning of this holiday? I think the answer, like the answer to the question of all holiday meanings, is yes, and I know most people would agree with me. I want to spend time this Thanksgiving really &lt;em&gt;giving thanks&lt;/em&gt; to God. I think He deserves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-7784770296332760473?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/7784770296332760473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=7784770296332760473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7784770296332760473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7784770296332760473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/R0NdvpfQrwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UaOExQQP0Ec/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-6700522484632746833</id><published>2007-11-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:56.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Skiing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/Rz89MZfQrvI/AAAAAAAAABs/RID-LsKguK8/s1600-h/skiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133889383435382514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/Rz89MZfQrvI/AAAAAAAAABs/RID-LsKguK8/s200/skiing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I finally went skiing in November. By myself. I made it up to Copper Mountain yesterday, my day off, and it was sweet. There was barely any snow on the mountain, (besides the man made stuff I was skiing on) and there was basically only one run open. The whole "ski cycle", the lift ride and time skiing down, took about 5 minutes total. I did it 30+ times and still left by 1pm. The conditions were not that great at all, but it was still one of the greatest days I've had in a long time. I put in my ipod shuffle headphones and hung out in the mountains by myself for a day. It got me thinking that I don't do that enough...or barely ever. We're constantly surrounded by noise: TV, radio, the internet, school, and annoying people talking. We were MADE to need time alone. I think we all need to recognize that and take advantage of living in Colorado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-6700522484632746833?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/6700522484632746833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=6700522484632746833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6700522484632746833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6700522484632746833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/skiing.html' title='Skiing'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/Rz89MZfQrvI/AAAAAAAAABs/RID-LsKguK8/s72-c/skiing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-3121313156014589054</id><published>2007-11-11T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:40:51.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>If I use the word passion, a million different people would have a million different perspectives on the meaning of the word in their own lives. I've spent a lot of time thinking about this and I've learned there is one thing that most people will agree on: for better or worse, passionate people are much more engaging and easy to listen to than someone who speaks or teaches out of obligation. It seems we all go through some sort of subconscious train of thought when deciding whether or not a teacher, speaker, mentor, or friend is saying something that has to do with us. We are amazing at being able to tune people, and their ideas, out if we in some way desire to. I think that the intangible and holistic quality of passion can be a large deciding factor many times. We always have two thought processes going through our mind: 1. What is it that is being said... 2. Do they actually believe that what they're saying is true, and if so does their life reflect it? The first is something that we do consciously all the time. We get information, we process it and then we attempt to apply it...it's a very linear process. The second is always happening when being engaged by someone, but is rarely noticed. It's heaviest influence seems to always be in the "application" part of the process. Simply put: we won't fully accept an idea or change a way of life if we don't see that someone else has done it and it is safe. This "someone" is usually the person teaching or speaking to us. Do we believe the things we say and tell others to do? Do we live out the truth we claim to know? Do we live out of our passions? It seems like you can't hide it if you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-3121313156014589054?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/3121313156014589054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=3121313156014589054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/3121313156014589054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/3121313156014589054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-8641517403571601889</id><published>2007-11-09T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:56.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>What is this??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RzTicfdMCbI/AAAAAAAAABk/1zSrgVNcYno/s1600-h/2715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130974854589974962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RzTicfdMCbI/AAAAAAAAABk/1zSrgVNcYno/s200/2715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what this thing is...tell me if you know. Somebody said a monkey...doesn't look like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-8641517403571601889?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/8641517403571601889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=8641517403571601889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8641517403571601889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8641517403571601889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-this.html' title='What is this??'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RzTicfdMCbI/AAAAAAAAABk/1zSrgVNcYno/s72-c/2715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-3861978148476474808</id><published>2007-11-07T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:57.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Father Damien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RzJDELmZhEI/AAAAAAAAABc/-qMUOvALtcY/s1600-h/fatherdamian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130236664640799810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RzJDELmZhEI/AAAAAAAAABc/-qMUOvALtcY/s200/fatherdamian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard this crazy story the other night of a Dutch Catholic Priest named Father Damien. He travelled to Honolulu, Hawaii in the year 1864 and began work at a leper colony on the island. When he got there, they told him that he could do anything he desired to help the people afflicted with the disease, but like all people if he were to come in physical contact with them he would contract the disease and eventually die. He worked for years to help raise money for the colony, build quality health facilities, repair the existing homes and buildings in the community, and teach them all about God. After more than a decade of hard work in service of the people, there was still one thing that he hadn't done to reach them...he had never touched one of them. He finally made the hard and eventually fatal decision to really become one of them, to not treat them any differently by refusing to come into physical contact with them. Soon after he made this life changing decision he contracted Leprosy. Within no time, his body became disfigured beyond recognition and in 1889 he died. It is said that the most important thing he ever did was not his building projects, not his fight for sanitary health facilities, and not his constant service of the hundreds of forsaken people in the colony, but it was the fact that when talking about the people in his community he would always use the phrase "WE lepers." He has since been designated a Saint by the Catholic church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a story about truly caring for someone and giving up your life for them in order to reach them...I wonder if I could ever do something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-3861978148476474808?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/3861978148476474808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=3861978148476474808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/3861978148476474808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/3861978148476474808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/father-damien.html' title='Father Damien'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RzJDELmZhEI/AAAAAAAAABc/-qMUOvALtcY/s72-c/fatherdamian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-1812605135548712682</id><published>2007-11-05T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:57.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts'/><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/Ry-IbbmZhDI/AAAAAAAAABU/CyFxIKslyRo/s1600-h/Galaxies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129468505444942898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/Ry-IbbmZhDI/AAAAAAAAABU/CyFxIKslyRo/s200/Galaxies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that if you totaled the number of &lt;em&gt;stars&lt;/em&gt; in our galaxy, that number (about 100 billion) is roughly equal to the number of grains of sand that would fill up a 10ft x 10ft x 10ft room. The number of &lt;em&gt;galaxies &lt;/em&gt;in the universe is around 100 billion as well. 100,000,000,000 x 100,000,000,000 is around the number of stars there are in the known universe (give or take a few billion to factor in galaxies of differing sizes =)), not to mention the number of planets orbiting around all those stars and the number of moons orbiting those planets. Wrap your mind around that one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture: &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hundreds of different &lt;em&gt;galaxies&lt;/em&gt; seen from a high powered telescope. Each of them contains billions of stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-1812605135548712682?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/1812605135548712682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=1812605135548712682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1812605135548712682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1812605135548712682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/Ry-IbbmZhDI/AAAAAAAAABU/CyFxIKslyRo/s72-c/Galaxies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-2324041525949988708</id><published>2007-11-04T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:57.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Daycare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/Ry5vfrmZhCI/AAAAAAAAABM/29BxsB0Ht_U/s1600-h/daycare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129159615691981858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/Ry5vfrmZhCI/AAAAAAAAABM/29BxsB0Ht_U/s320/daycare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     This is where I went to daycare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-2324041525949988708?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/2324041525949988708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=2324041525949988708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/2324041525949988708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/2324041525949988708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/daycare.html' title='Daycare'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/Ry5vfrmZhCI/AAAAAAAAABM/29BxsB0Ht_U/s72-c/daycare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-8214866853903315295</id><published>2007-11-03T10:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:57.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Seeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyybXLmZhAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eZ0djrvi5Y8/s1600-h/mustardseed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128644898221294594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyybXLmZhAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eZ0djrvi5Y8/s320/mustardseed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are Mustard seeds. They're about the size of the tip of a ball point pen. It says that if we have faith as big as one of these, we can move mountains. I think our first request sometimes is for &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;faith, as if when we got it then we would be living life truly as it is supposed to be. The answer to our request for more always seems to be: &lt;em&gt;you have no idea how much you could do if you just realized what you already have.  &lt;/em&gt;Fast forward a bunch of years, and that once tiny little seed becomes a tree.  Not just any tree, but a huge tree that gives shade to everything around it.  Makes you wonder doesn't it...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyydbbmZhBI/AAAAAAAAABE/colXM2cGUI0/s1600-h/mustard+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128647170258994194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyydbbmZhBI/AAAAAAAAABE/colXM2cGUI0/s320/mustard+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyydbbmZhBI/AAAAAAAAABE/colXM2cGUI0/s1600-h/mustard+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyydbbmZhBI/AAAAAAAAABE/colXM2cGUI0/s1600-h/mustard+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyydbbmZhBI/AAAAAAAAABE/colXM2cGUI0/s1600-h/mustard+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-8214866853903315295?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/8214866853903315295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=8214866853903315295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8214866853903315295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/8214866853903315295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/seeds.html' title='Seeds'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyybXLmZhAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eZ0djrvi5Y8/s72-c/mustardseed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-4180419841801104505</id><published>2007-11-02T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:48:08.669-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polls'/><title type='text'>Candy Poll</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that Halloween was on Wednesday, a very important question has arisen.  I am taking a poll on people's favorite type of candy.  Here are the following OPTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fruity&lt;br /&gt;2) Chocolatey&lt;br /&gt;3) Nutty&lt;br /&gt;4) Fruitychocolateynutty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on the comment button below and give me your thoughts...AND WHY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-4180419841801104505?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/4180419841801104505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=4180419841801104505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/4180419841801104505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/4180419841801104505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/candy-poll.html' title='Candy Poll'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-7999428304841552627</id><published>2007-11-02T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:20:46.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hebrew</title><content type='html'>The hebrew word Shekinah (presence) was used by the ancient Hebrews to describe the glory of God living with the people. Whether it was in the old tabernacle (which moved around as the people moved) or the temple (which was a fixed building), it was understood by everyone at the time that God wanted to be close to his people. It was the one and only place where heaven and earth were connected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-7999428304841552627?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/7999428304841552627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=7999428304841552627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7999428304841552627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7999428304841552627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/hebrew.html' title='Hebrew'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-7050936421863876683</id><published>2007-11-02T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:58.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Airplane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RytGermZg_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/IACavqTKk3g/s1600-h/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128270093605241842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RytGermZg_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/IACavqTKk3g/s320/plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is amazing...what just happened? Let me know if you have an idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-7050936421863876683?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/7050936421863876683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=7050936421863876683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7050936421863876683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/7050936421863876683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/picture.html' title='Airplane'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RytGermZg_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/IACavqTKk3g/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-6293340209731550536</id><published>2007-11-01T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:20:01.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts'/><title type='text'>Ducks</title><content type='html'>A duck's quack doesn't echo...no one knows why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-6293340209731550536?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/6293340209731550536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=6293340209731550536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6293340209731550536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/6293340209731550536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/fact.html' title='Ducks'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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-5816058392491144065.post-5116468082598703068</id><published>2007-11-01T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:45:58.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Shadow Missions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyoqgrmZg-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vb1O6kMds6g/s1600-h/John+Ortberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127957866662691810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyoqgrmZg-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vb1O6kMds6g/s200/John+Ortberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, some of the church staff and I watched a video of part of Willow Creek's (a big church in the Chicago area) 2007 Leadership Summit. The video was of a talk by John Ortberg of Menlo Park Pres (picture), and his take on what a leader's greatest fear is. While failure, humiliation, and loss of interest are definitely up there for most leaders, John says that our real fear should be that we would pursue "Shadow Missions" our whole life rather than our true calling from God. A lot of time Shadow Missions can be disguised in the likeness of our God-given gifts and passions, but they ever so slightly head off in the wrong direction and become about ourselves and our dreams rather than God's call on our lives. He used the story of Esther in the Bible to bring to life what he was talking about. Go read it and it will blow your mind...I couldn't do it justice. Look for the ways in which Esther is put into a position of power to fulfill a mission that God gives her. Look for the ways that God puts people in her life to continually remind her of what her true calling is. It got me thinking about what my personal "shadow missions" were and I can sum up a big one in a sentence: "Do I have something to say, or do I simply want to be heard?" I think a lot of the time I just want to be heard, and so I spend most of my time thinking about my personal image as a communicator and not whether I really have something God-given to say. I think I've been bombarded constantly on how to reach people more effectively with &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; message and haven't spent much time thinking about &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; message that I have to say. The truth is that the message can only come from God, cause I don't have much to say that is really worthwile...I wouldn't listen to me if I was you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-5116468082598703068?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/5116468082598703068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=5116468082598703068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5116468082598703068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/5116468082598703068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/11/shadow-missions.html' title='Shadow Missions'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1hSz8Dj5XY/RyoqgrmZg-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vb1O6kMds6g/s72-c/John+Ortberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-1830320589289845994</id><published>2007-10-31T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:16:47.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fish</title><content type='html'>This is my pet fish Ted who I shocked and made him jump out of the water, taking a split second picture like a ninja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-1830320589289845994?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/1830320589289845994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=1830320589289845994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1830320589289845994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1830320589289845994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-fish.html' title='My Fish'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816058392491144065.post-1507787245514931659</id><published>2007-10-31T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:12:21.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to go...</title><content type='html'>It's time to do this.  I've held out for awhile, but not anymore!  It doesn't matter who you are...let's talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5816058392491144065-1507787245514931659?l=willburger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/feeds/1507787245514931659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5816058392491144065&amp;postID=1507787245514931659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1507787245514931659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5816058392491144065/posts/default/1507787245514931659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willburger.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-to-go.html' title='Time to go...'/><author><name>Will Burger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01062969089121753490</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
