<?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-1032350836091559609</id><updated>2011-07-28T03:43:43.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a College Graduate</title><subtitle type='html'>Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while you just might miss it.              
--Ferris Bueller--</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1032350836091559609.post-8218101228145777654</id><published>2010-01-09T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:57:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you think the hard part is over...</title><content type='html'>Perspective is an interesting thing. Without it, you don't know anything is wrong and could go through life without knowing its potential powerful impact on your life. However, once you have it, you put a somewhat of a death grip on it. Never wanting to let it go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other interesting this is where it can come from. Perspective is a train-wreck. You never see it coming and it knocks you down and can be somewhat disorientating for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today,  I was an adult leader at a student leadership academy. It's designed to provide leadership training for people between the ages of 14-20. I am clearly not in any of those ages. However, perspective as come and hit me...and now I feel kinda like a train-wreck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I supervised a decision making class this morning. The speaker went through a very detailed account on how to make proper decisions through a technique called decision mapping. Using a very logical reasoning and extended thought process the speaker went through a situation he used decision mapping and how he came to what appeared to be the most logical conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kinda rocked my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong I wouldn't call myself irresponsible or someone who has been known to make rash decisions. But I am someone who has always "gone with their gut." I have also prided myself in making decisions using intuition and feeling. I also would like to think that I have made good progress through life so far. No monumental failures or lapses in sound judgement. Minor ones here and there, but no life altering mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it got me thinking. Has there been potential for better decisions. Have some of my decisions in life been made in haste? Especially when bible passages were thrown at me about how messed up my mind and heart were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, you could make a claim that everybody is created differently and I have been hard wired to trust my gut and emotions the "NF" in my Myers-Briggs. I will continue to ponder this for a little bit. However, as I think about this I have to wonder if I could continue making major decisions.  As I keep sorting this out in my head I am a  little off, but I will keep going none the less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Grantwriting Homework? Okay, I guess I have to change the name of my blog from Confessions of a College Graduate to Confessions of a Graduate Level Student. This decision is still being decided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-8218101228145777654?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/8218101228145777654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=8218101228145777654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/8218101228145777654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/8218101228145777654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-you-think-hard-part-is-over.html' title='And you think the hard part is over...'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-2572946914859428674</id><published>2009-11-07T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:49:51.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A People Watcher's Dream</title><content type='html'>This isn't come as a huge shock to anyone, but my nosiness is not confined to listening, it has spread to observation and general snooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am an intense people watcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that fascinates me more than how people interact with each other. What they wear, how they carry themselves, how they interact with their friends, how they carry themselves in pobulic, how self aware they are, everything just fascinates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few places in the world that are better to people watch then Downtown Chicago. Add in an abnormally warm day for the first weekend of November and you have the people coming out in droves, and there is no better tourist attraction then millenium park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millenium Park is full of tourists, chicago faithfull, and surbanites that are looking to get away from their normal day to day life. Between the bean, the bridge, the park grill, the face structures, and the brand new skydeck connecting to the modern wing of the Art Insititute, there is every type of person you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the man that was painting the bean and the skyline around him, there was the couple that was taking tons of pictures cementing their tourist status, the couple doing their engagement pictures, and there was the people that I made akward eye conatct with, because they were people watching just as much as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today was different. There was kind of a different vibe as I walked around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I have always prayer for is a passion for the lost. I am not talking about people that don't know where there going, I am talking about the theological definition of lost. Every single person that lives in a day-to-day existence without knowing Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self confession- I have never looked at people as lost. It's has something that has always bothered me. I don't really relate to mass evangelism or even street evangelism but I've always wanted to feel the conviction that evangelists feel day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I think I might have felt that for the first time. As we were walking outside of The Art Institute I was looking at each person as someone that needed ot hear about Jesus. Not assuming they didn't already know but more in the sense that I was doing them a disservice by not telling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even beyond that, I was felt an overwhelming sense of burden for the city of Chicago. When I was sitting in Millenium Park I just felt this sense of peace in being in Chicago, because it is a town full of people that need Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at a missions organization I get asked all the time if I have the desire to go overseas. I politely explain my past international experience has confirmed my place here in Chicago. Today, I feel confident in the concept of Cook County being my mission field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a potential huge opportunity is presented to me, I am just reaffirmed that this opportunity would further my ministry here in Chicago. What is potentially the coolest thing is I will get the priveledge of serving Christ in one of the greatest cities in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-2572946914859428674?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/2572946914859428674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=2572946914859428674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/2572946914859428674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/2572946914859428674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-watchers-dream.html' title='A People Watcher&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-2665788269241167837</id><published>2009-10-03T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:34:40.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labels</title><content type='html'>They're every type A person's dream. A simple slip of laminated paper to organized your most precious possessions. However, to most people they are an overwhelming burden to live up to. A word, a phrase, a title that is supposed to categorize just how a person is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people my age (23) hate the idea of a label. We want to be our own person as we try to figure out who exactly that person is. However, in the past couple of months I have been confronted by a label for my generation (Millenial) and what I would consider a specific sub set of Christian Millenials (the hipsters). Let's tackle Millenials first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Millenials are defined as anyone who was born between 1982 and 2002, while this seems like a huge huge age gap there a certainly reasons for it. This is the age group that is culturally defined by 9/11, columbine, the oklahoma city bombing and a variety of other things. We lived in a time where our childhood country was under attack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also grew up in a public school system that was obssesed with stroking our little egos. Out with red pens and dodgeball to affect our childhood, bring on purple grading pens, encouraging words, and non contact sports game in gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lived in a generation of building the child up, and we have created our own little monsters. Children with attachment issues to their parents, who have an unrealistic view of themselves both good and bad, and kids that are afraid to walk away by themselves (Think the iconic image of bambi learning how to walk for the first time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We grew up in the Pop laden music scene of the late 90's and have become obssessed with image. Think about it...a woman who I heard spoke use this analogy (I can't take credit for it, even though I really want to). A group of her girl friends were hanging out together on a friday night and feeling sorry for themselves and their single lives. So what to do they do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They get a camera out and start taking pictures. No sad faces anymore, silly happy faces showing how much they "love life." Us millenials know what happens next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning they wake up to an e-mail saying they your friend has tagged you in 16 new pictures on facebook. Not only our we posing among our best friends we are attempting to show the world and that subsection of our friend list (the friends your just friends with to stalk and to have just to be polite) that we are okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guess what, were not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The age range of 22-27 is especially in a weird stage of life. We are after graduation and confronted with the world we have grown up with. The difference between us and our generational predcessors (Generation X) we honestly we believe we can make a difference in our world. Look at the response to such global catastrophes such as Hurricane Katrina. They'll also point to a higher involvment in philanthropic causes as well as seeking employment at Non Profit Organizations (guilty on all three causes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is the new label I was introduced to this week, the Christian Hipster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An author for Christianity Today was reviewing Donald Miller's new book when he mentioned that his writing fits in with the ever growing Christian Hipster movement. Now, being a huge Donald Miller fan I did a little research and found this guys blog. He goes in to discuss many dislikes and likes of Christian Hipster, here a couple I resonated with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian Hipsters dislike mega churches and alter calls. They don't like overly political evangelical leaders. They dont like the book Wild at Heart (finally someone that agrees with me) and tend to like the works of C.S. Lewis, GK Chesterton, and Henri Nouwen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so those things nailed me. Unfortunately, there are some things that I didn't relate too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They love pushing the boundaries of typical christianity through tattoos, fashion, love of the way catholics do things (smybolism, liturgy, etc.). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so there are some things I agree with and some things I don't relate too at all (tattoos? really?) but there is some deep seeded irony to both of these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am willing to go out on a limb and say that neither of these groups appreciate being labeled. All of their core beliefs would branch out into the feelings of individuality and I am who I am, and for Christians it would be I am who God created me to be, unique, special, intentionally designed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, in an effort to buck the trend I am going to do something I usually don't do. I am going to throw all the labels out there I can think of...here goes nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an evangelical millenial (since most millenials don't believe in absolute truth). Myers Briggs would call me an ENFJ, and a spiritual gifts analysis would point to Leadership, Exhortation, and Showing Mercy. I am half hipster, half geek, with a dash of social butterfly thrown in.  That my friends is the label God has created for me...so in the words of my dear sister...when you got it...you got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-2665788269241167837?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/2665788269241167837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=2665788269241167837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/2665788269241167837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/2665788269241167837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/10/labels.html' title='Labels'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-677999283901688816</id><published>2009-09-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:37:27.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of an Non Profit Employee</title><content type='html'>Wheaton, IL is a place I swore I would never end up. I interned there while in college and was surrounded my people in college who grew up there and hoped to end up there. I was not one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had hopes for a "better or cooler" work location. A big city, or working for a company with big name recognition. Alas, God had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently sit at the reception desk of a Non Profit in Wheaton. I love the non profit world, it is decidely different then your typical corporation but yet balances with traditional ideas. For example I currently have a buttoned up shirt with khakis on, however I am not required to tuck it in and I have paired them with a great pair of teva sandles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception desk has been a second home to me as of late. I fill in when the receptionist is out and enjoy meeting people at the desk. However, I find it odd that twice now someone has commented on the fact that a male is working at a receptionist desk. I know some NPO's are traditional but I'm not gonna lie I got kinda offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing about working at a faith based NPO in Wheaton, IL is the emphasis on relationships, no I am not talking about the meaningful relationships one could enjoy platonically. I am referring to the fact that I am the only male in an office about 60 people under the age of 30 and single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am token.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong I am not suggesting that this indictive to all NPO's but the fact of the matter is I can only respond to the culture I am placed in. Several times the question "when are you gonna get married?" has come up and many times I threw up in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, dont get me wrong I am not against marriage, I actually look forward to it greatly, I am however against the idea of trying to get me paired off for the sake of getting me paired off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go out on a limb and say it takes a special person to work at an NPO. Your salary is dependent on the generosity of others and a group of 8-10 strangers you don't know. You work for a cause and not for the "all mighty" dollar. The list could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what. Why I have I spent the past 9 paragraphs rambling about? Good question. I don't really know. I just felt the need to ramble and had some time to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-677999283901688816?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/677999283901688816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=677999283901688816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/677999283901688816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/677999283901688816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-of-non-profit-employee.html' title='Life of an Non Profit Employee'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-7062583517688382592</id><published>2009-09-20T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:44:07.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa is me.</title><content type='html'>Well, its time for a dose of hypocritical humble pie. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, whenever my high school students complain about anything that I deem as unnecessary I will respond with a sarcasm laced "Whoa is me." Well, its time for me to blog, and all I have on my mine is a healthy dose of whining. Now, let me clarify, I find any complaining on technology based social websites (blogs, facebook, twitter, myspace, etc.) a desperate cry for attention and in general unnecessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, hypocritical humble pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had an awesome three day weekend highlighted by a personal day to reconnect with my love of hanging out at church during a typical work day (which I assure you is more entertaining than ANY show on television) and a 28ish hour trip to Sawyer, MI with some awesome guys. This is the weekend many people in America are longing for, a chance to reconnect with friends, take a day off work, and in general do what they want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yeah it was all of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, (sidenote:that word is just dreadful) my weekend was all of those things and more, the and more is what's hard for me. In general, life has turned me into it's own personal stretch Armstrong doll. On top of it's typically endless string of obligations and appointments, which granted I all had the power to say no to, life has decided to attack me at what I once felt was my biggest strengths, relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With several different corners pulling I am in my typical position of firmly in the center, however for the first time...ever...I don't feel like I am helping. I don't feel like I have any control, and I feel for the first time it is taking more of a toll on me personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now logic (and most of all 4 people reading this blog at any given time), would say, take a step back and let it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see that is where relationships are messy. I currently act as the only real bridge between several fractured and splintered relationships, and I don't see myself being able to get out of it without losing friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I don't even know if this makes sense anymore. The fact of the matter is the calmest place for me is my work and the world calm can be considered extremely relative in that sentence. It's hard to feel as though no matter where you go you can't exhale. You can't let your guard down and just be you. It's hard enough to be completely figure out what God has created us to be, but when your surroundings leave it almost impossible to be who you think God wants you to be it just makes your head spin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I apologize for any confusing thoughts in this post. I promise I am going to in the next two weeks write something deep, thought provoking, and in general what I usually like to type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. if anyone feels compelled to comment, please avoid saying that you're gonna pray unless your actually going to pray with the Power God has called us to. And if anyone even thinks about using overplayed Christian Jargon (i.e. "let go, and let God") I will probably vomit and then have to reconsider our friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-7062583517688382592?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/7062583517688382592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=7062583517688382592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/7062583517688382592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/7062583517688382592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/09/whoa-is-me.html' title='Whoa is me.'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-7364723135816523336</id><published>2009-07-13T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:41:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa Life</title><content type='html'>March 8th?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted since March 8th? Wow, life does go by fast. This is where I would stick in my favorite Ferris Bueller Quote but the loyal readers already know it, and if you don't shame on you and go rent the movie now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my last post I have become a "functioning member of society," I have a 40 hour a week job in a cubicle with a missions organization. It has truly been a blessing to me serve the Lord by providing means for his people to minister around the world. I am thankful everyday for my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it is a job, and working for a Christian Organization is not exempt from life. We are all fallen people, even those who have devoted themselves to cross-cultural ministry or helping those entering the ministry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started on April 15th, my 3 month anniversary will be Wednesday which is very important. It means that I am official and they like me doing my job after my review, which has already happened and let me assure something, they like me, they really like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only downside to my job is the start date. Smack dab in the middle of spring and the brink of summer, when the world wakes up from its heinous hibernation and enjoys new smells and warm temperatures. However, I have been confined to a cubicle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been told it's a good thing. I have a job that loves me, and a job that I do love. However, as most of you are expecting there is a but. It's the unavoidable 'but' that a non-tied-down-20-something-year-old faces. With no reason to stay in one spot...the question becomes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is keeping me here, amidst my life a hectic schedule that has changed from a once light and lovely come as I go and do what I want life (hate that I just used that phrase), to one where my summer schedule was booked half way through May. Life has become a checklist and it is frustrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of the anticipation of a weekend event (Downey's Wedding) or a trip next week (July 20th-24th leading high schoolers on an outdoor adventure leadership development trip...yes that's baller) I have to take things day by day, plan my life out into a checklist. Not exciting events, but appearances and appointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When asked if this is what life is...I get the response I was dreading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Welcome to the Real World, it is what it is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo.Hiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't take kindly to being told that my life is going to be a checklist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I wanna look at life as Donald Miller views it. Not necessarily every theological point he agrees with, but this idea of life as a living, breathing story. Something that has already been written, but a story that needs more than a half willing participant to make it happen. It needs someone to run through the story enjoying every minute of it with a smile, a laugh, ora thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through Painted Deserts,&lt;/span&gt; he writes in his Author Note this gem of a quote, I really couldn't sum up life better than he could (maybe if I could, I would be an author living life one cup of coffee and one chapter of a book at a time), but instead I leave you with his impression of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No, life cannot be understood on a flat page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his head, has to fall in love, has to memorize poems, has to jump off bridges into rivers, has to stand in an empty desert and whisper sonnets under his breath:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll tell you how the sun rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ribbon at a time..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-7364723135816523336?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/7364723135816523336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=7364723135816523336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/7364723135816523336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/7364723135816523336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoa-life.html' title='Whoa Life'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-6859031287279406983</id><published>2009-03-08T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:12:35.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss in Ignorance?</title><content type='html'>Quick Post, it is 1:44 A.M. post daylight savings time switch and I am tired after a typical very very full sunday full of hanging out with people and a lot of good food...but needless to say I am tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was the third time my church's "post-high school/20 something group" has met. Before the groans begin let me establish one thing. There are about 12 of us. We've all known each other for ever and have no interest in turning it into a single's mingles meat market. We actually just like hanging out with each other and learning about Jesus... weird concept in single 20 something Christian culture, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We discussed Spiritual Gifts tonight and this is a topic I found out that I am more familiar with this topic then my peers. I tribute that to Dr. Dale Keller at Taylor University, he exposed me to the idea of spiritual gifts in multiple classes. It pays to have a professor with a Masters in Communication and an MDiv, it was actually pretty sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight spiritual gifts were framed a little bit differently for me. We focused solely on the gifts listed in Romans 12:6-8. These gifts were presented as Motivational Gifts. Essentially, these are the spiritual gifts we posses that kinda get our motors running. When we exude this quality we find joy and our energized through this specific act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I go any further there is one thing I wanna say. This is a topic that Christians are still trying to figure out. We haven't figured these things out yet and needless to say this is a personal belief. Another quick thought is that just because we may not find joy in a specific gift, it does not mean we are not called to show this gift. Just because I do not enjoy giving financially doesn't mean I do not have to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get it? Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you playing along at home Romans 12:6-8 says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man's gift is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;prophesying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, let him use it in proportion to his faith. If it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;serving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, let him serve; if it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, let him teach; if it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;encouraging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, let him encourage; if it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;contributing to the needs of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, let him give generously, if it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, let him govern diligently;if it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;showing mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, let him do it cheerfully."&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-size: medium;"&gt;So, this verse lists seven specific gifts (7 is also the number of completion and highly regarded in Scripture...coincidence?) Those gifts being prophecy, serving, teaching, exhortation, giving, leadership, and the ability to show mercy. Now, I know my gifts. I know the three that all have scored higher than all. You wanna know what they are? Ask me, that's for a different post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;However, what I want to write about is the great responsibility we have to discover and use these gifts. For me, sometime I wonder if it would have been easier to be ignorant about my gifts. Live in a quiet bliss and enjoy helping out where I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;Ha, parable of the talents...that's all I really need to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;Then it of course brings up the question if we don't use em' do we lose em'...again different blog different time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;For me, the beautiful thing about being a creation of Christ is discovering all the intricacies He has placed within my personality, discovering a desire to serve Him, and most importantly discovering the abilities to serve Him with all my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;The thing I am trying to discover now is how these abilities compliment one another and where the best place is to serve, and how I can make the most of what God has given to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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-size: medium;"&gt;So good-bye ignorance. Will I miss you? No, ignorance is for fools...and if you wanna be ignorant...look up what the Bible says about fools...it may change your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1032350836091559609-6859031287279406983?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/6859031287279406983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=6859031287279406983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/6859031287279406983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/6859031287279406983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/03/bliss-in-ignorance.html' title='Bliss in Ignorance?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-7089947820422240608</id><published>2009-02-26T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:08:39.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Emotion</title><content type='html'>Okay...as I begin to write I must preface the remainder of this post with this thought. My mind is quite scattered right now, in fact this is the most scattered I have ever felt writing...so if something doesn't make sense (more so then the normal grammatical missteps) I sincerely apologize.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said, lets talk about sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding. However, now that I have your attention I do want to talk about a couple stereotypical differences between guys and girls. You see the youth group from my home church has been talking about sex and relationships and this week the topic was titled "Who a Guy Is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My youth pastor has been drawing half of his research from a sex study done by the University of Chicago and they listed these differences between guys and girls. I want to preface this by saying these are all stereotypical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Girls are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relational&lt;/span&gt; while Guys are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&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;Girls are &lt;/span&gt;Verbal&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; while Guys are &lt;/span&gt;Visual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Girls prefer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romance&lt;/span&gt; while Guys prefer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Girls like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chivalry&lt;/span&gt; and Guys like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buddies&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; i.e. you're not a princess you're a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Girls tend to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; their emotions while Guys &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; their emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Girls like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; and Guys want to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this list and soak it in. For a lot of people this might be hard pill to swallow because it boils down people to a simple creatures. Personally, I think God has uniquely created us as relational beings and we have a little bit of both sides in all of us....some people just let one side dominate. Now....I must admit some of these things irked me a little bit. For example, I can not be attracted to a girl if she has a sucktastic personality. So for me, the physical must come hand and hand with the relational.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the one thing on this list that I do not relate to on the list is guys thinking their emotions. This was explained to me as guys think they are supposed to be mad and don't really show or actually feel upset. Well....this is my captain obvious statement of the year...I have a tendency to wear my emotions on my sleeve. If I'm ticked you're gonna know it, If I am excited you're gonna know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the past couple weeks I have been on a slight roller coaster of emotion. I have days where it's great, I have days (like today) where I don't feel the need to get out of bed, and then sometimes (Wednesday) where I feel both of those feelings in the same day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brings me to my quandary that I am writing this blog post about. There are certain God given emotions that we are supposed to acknowledge and work through. Even if they are negative emotions like anger there is something to be said about experiencing, feeling, and giving those emotions to God.  With all of this being said, there is a verse that has been sticking out to me lately and it comes from the Old Testament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After they escaped from Egypt the Israelites are wondering around trying to get to the promise land. God, being all knowing, knew that he could not take them straight there or else they would face war from the Philistines and might panic and flee back to Egypt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead he lead them and gave them "a pillar of cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night" to never leave his people. However, Exodus 14:14 is the verse that keeps echoing in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The verse says this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"The Lord will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt; for you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;you need only to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Still?&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;When I hear the word still I think of a little kid being scolded for acting up. This usually comes with sitting in a corner indian style, or even going so drastic as forcing a kid to sit on his hands. However, God is trying to go a little further with the idea of being still than just my gut reaction. Some of it I understand, and some of it, I do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For instance, I understand the application of not worrying about the future because not only is the future in the Lord's hands, He has the best possible plans for my life. But what I do not understand is how this is supposed to affect my emotions. Is it? Am I supposed to ignore the frustration I have been having with life? When I get super excited and anxious for something coming up am I supposed to reel-it-in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think either of these are correct. I think what I am trying to discover is the happy medium I am calling still emotion. Learning to acknowledge the emotions I am feeling but still be able to be still before the Lord and let Him fight for me. Let Him do all the work he is going to do, knowing that He has the best plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still Emotion? What once sounded like a confusing oxymoron sounds like a pretty cool idea right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-7089947820422240608?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/7089947820422240608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=7089947820422240608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/7089947820422240608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/7089947820422240608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-emotion.html' title='Still Emotion'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-691208229974562150</id><published>2009-01-29T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:38:23.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ahead and Judge Me...Seriously</title><content type='html'>When does a catch phrase go from being catchy to being part of a culture's vernacular? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick side thought...why do you feel so smart when you use the word vernacular?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the past four years there has been a phrase that has crept into many of my friends daily word usage and I haven't even been able to avoid it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't...judge...me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, this popular retort to a friends seemingly critical interpretation of the speaker's story, action, or way of life has inspired me to write after a mini hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say this all the time. Whether it is a defense mechanism to let people know right away that they aren't going to be able to change my behavior,whether it is a secret admission of guilt without actually admitting your guilty, or whether I say it so much it's just a natural response this phrase has several different meanings in those three little words. But, I hate to break to everyone out there reading (in my wildest dreams there's like 2 of you) this phrase needs to be tweaked a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The phrase should say "Go ahead, Judge me." Now, you may be thinking that when this phrase is uttered it is dripping with sarcasm, but in all actuality I am claiming that this sentence should be used in full truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this thought has been stewing in my mind for a while, back in college (which was truly a long time ago) I said Don't Judge Me to my roommate senior year and he looked right back at me and said "Too late, I've already judged you, talked to God, I'm right, so how are you gonna fix it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I metaphorically rubbed my jaw to make sure it was still then from the verbal smack in the face I received, and frankly deserved. This incident was refreshed in my mind on Sunday when my Associated Pastor frankly reminded me of simply thing, God has called us to Holiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The never ending pursuit of forgetting ourself and "to be made new in the attitude of your mind, and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness." (Eph. 4:23-24)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That may mean that sometime your friend take's a good hard look at you and says "hey your screwing up and it's hurting you," this was really hard for me to hear sometime but the fact of the matter is it keeps us from becoming stagnant and settling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settling, in fact, is quite possible the most dreadful word in the english language unless it used to describe a board game and has the word Catan after it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settling makes me think of a couple other phrases that make me want to throw up...they include&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I do what I want," what they really mean is "I'm selfish and forget anything you say,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am who I am," what they really mean is "I'm stubborn and lazy,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's just who they are," what they really mean is"The speaker is too scared of that person to actually give them any useful information."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you get how settling isn't good, and more importantly don't you see that without judgment we would be a society of settlers? Now, what if I would tell you there is a way to Judge correctly, because judging people for one's personal benefit is not what I am talking about here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judging and encouraging are very similar and may even be the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you listen closely, you just heard Evangelicals across America gasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am an Evangelical but let's be clear the gift of encouragement or encouraging one another should not be confused with flattery. Encouragement is speaking truth into one's life whether that be to reinforce positive behavior they are already displaying or to truly look someone in the eye and point out a negative behavior in their life and be ready to help them fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second half of that sounds like what the world is calling Judgment. This is how to be judged, judge by speaking truth into someone's life and show them how to fix it and make sure they understand how crucial it is to developing themselves as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this type of judgment starts sweeping the nation like it's previously mentioned anti statement, then sign me up, I want some judgement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-691208229974562150?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/691208229974562150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=691208229974562150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/691208229974562150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/691208229974562150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-ahead-and-judge-meseriously.html' title='Go Ahead and Judge Me...Seriously'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-3517466871987108000</id><published>2009-01-13T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:49:18.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>Winter rocks in december. The combination of Christmas lights, snow, and happy people just make everything look that much better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it is January and I am kinda over it. The cold is colder, the snow is deeper, the christmas lights are gone, and have been replaced with a world full of people eager to fulfill their New Year's Resolutions and people to make fun of the afore mentioned group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the wind chill being -7 currently in Chicago, or as my mother calls it booger freezing weather, I should be content to stay inside and continue to search for jobs on the internet. But, it shouldn't surprise anyone when I say this, I am going to go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that as soon as every major news network in Chicago says don't leave your house unless it's necessary I want to go on a drive just for the sake of driving. What is it about someone telling you what you shouldn't do or about how you should do something makes you want to do the exact opposite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, living at home as almost drove me nuts. I hate when people tell me what to do(with the exception of a set work heirarchy), I don't know what it is about someone telling me what to do, how to do it or when to do it (which is probably the worst) it just makes my skin crawl. Especially things that I don't think are a necessity, like my room being messy. My room is messy so what, who cares, it doesn't affect you so I shouldn't have to clean it on your schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa, sorry for the vent moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, with a blizzard about to hit Chicago (reportedly) I am already itching to go out...hopefully the itch will go away...and soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I am going to blog for the sake of blogging and not try to explain some deep answer...so if you expected some answer for the reason of people rebelling...I can't give you one...sorry bout ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-3517466871987108000?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/3517466871987108000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=3517466871987108000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/3517466871987108000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/3517466871987108000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/01/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-5670590080526746984</id><published>2009-01-04T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:36:53.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009: The Year of Restoration</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple quick facts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, I am completely weirded out by the fact that it is 2009. I don't know how I feel about the idea of being able to remember my life throughout an entire decade (1990 is just a 4 year old blur)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two, I am also weirded out that I have been out of high school for five years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three, spell check is telling me that weirded is not a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four, well there really is no four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, on to what I wanna talk about. The book of Joel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is real. It is in the Old Testament smack dab in the middle between often discussed books Hosea and Amos (please not the blatant sarcasm).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my pastor spoke Joel 2:12-17. Joel is a book warning Judah what was about to come. You see, they were being infested by locusts. These locusts had slowly infiltrated every single part of their lives. There were no where to run from the locusts.  In Joel 1:6, these locusts were described as having "teeth of a lion, the fangs of a lioness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gew. Not something I am looking to mess around with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, upon setting the passage up a little bit let me give you the best reader's digest version I can give you without the copious notes I took this morning (sore subject).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essentially this is a call to a genuine repentance of sin. With a couple key differences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, in v. 13 it asks us to "rend your heart and not your garment. Return to the Lord your God for he is gracious and compassionate.' Rending of the clothes was a popular occurrence of the day. People would visible rip off their clothes in a public setting as a symbol deep remorse and repentance. I don't know if God was sick of people making sins or just felt the gesture had just turned into a gesture. But he wanted everyone to know he wasn't looking for a gesture he wanted people's hearts to be changed, and that was what Judah needed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, he goes on and lists every single different type of people of the day, including imploring a bride and groom to stop their honeymoon. What made this passage jump out at me was a little fact I read in Rob Bell's Sex God. In Jewish tradition way back in the day a couple would have sex before they got to the reception. Essentially, their wedding  wasn't official in God's Eye's until they had sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is how sacred sex and marriage are too God. And in the midst of a sacred act they are implored to stop what they are doing and repent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if that wasn't enough to impact a person. (Especially when your brain automatically treats the locusts of a metaphor for sin in your life and the whole infiltrate everything and systematically destroy the life Christ wants for you sort of thing if you do not repent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our pastor throws out this idea (I wish for the life of me that I had the exact quote cause it's baller). How often do people crave intimacy but don't want to work for it? Now, think about it with our relationship with Christ. We want intimacy in our relationship with Christ but how often do we don't do the work He DESERVES. It isn't a matter of if, how much, or when, but Christ deserves are all in our relationship with Him. And are all is the idea of striving to be pure and blameless because He has given us that opportunity without us deserving it or have to earn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::exhale::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, then my friend's words started echoing through my ear "You don't usually like to talk about the why nate." So, for some reason I immediately started thinking about why I don't put the work in or why I don't repent when I know there is something screwing up my life. I think I have come up with an answer, and it may not be what those who are close to me may think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear. No, it is not a fear of my sins being out on the table, and it is certainly not a fear of what others will think about me. No, it is a fear of true intimacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a fear of changing, even if it is for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I am not 100% happy all the time, I have a great life. So, I think I fear what my life would look like changed. I fear having true intimacy with God cause I don't know what it would look like. In a weird twisted way I like knowing what my sin is, its the ol' case of knowledge is power...but completely wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the spirit of Joel, the rest of this entry is entering my journal. If I keep writing it I will think that writing about it on the internet is repenting...ha....yeah you read that right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I have decided to treat 2009 as the year of restoration, mentally, physically, spiritually, relationally. For four years, I might have thought about everyone else but me (to a very very very bad fault), but now, it's time to focus on me and what I need to do to kick some locusts out my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-5670590080526746984?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/5670590080526746984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=5670590080526746984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5670590080526746984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5670590080526746984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-year-of-restoration.html' title='2009: The Year of Restoration'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-4517993097888444581</id><published>2008-12-30T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:49:00.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Footsteps: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Well, the word on the street is someone actually reads this thing besides myself. So, at one Miss Victoria Loy Arosen's request, I will blog...and luckily I have been inspired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I watched the movie August Rush and the idea of musical footsteps took on a whole different meaning. The young boy heard music wherever he went at one point he said he believes in music like people believe in fairy tales. This music came from everything, and he hoped the music he heard would lead him to his long lost parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am here to tell you that this movie is closer to real life then many I have seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I am not here to tell you that I quit a rock band, sold out and moved to california, and am unaware of an illegitimate child I had with a world class cellist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am here to tell you is that if we open our ears the music will enter, and it will lead us to go...and when I say music I mean the holy spirit. Sometime we don't want to hear it, sometime we are ignorant to it's call, and sometimes we may just not be listening, but no matter what when we open our ears we can hear exactly where to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second favorite quote of the movie is the part where he said "they heard the music and followed it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That my friend is the part where movie is way better then reality. In the end, (spoiler alert) long lost lovers reunite in a musical performance by there young child in central park, everything ends happy, and I shed a few tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am not suggesting that by any means that by following the holy spirit our life will end in a climatic scene of happiness, in fact we are promised the opposite. But our lives will be giving the meaning so many of us look for in our jobs, our relationships, or any last bit of control we decide to keep on our lives. So my advice (completely realizing that none of you come to my blog for advice but to read what jacked up thoughts go in my head)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-4517993097888444581?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/4517993097888444581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=4517993097888444581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/4517993097888444581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/4517993097888444581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/12/musical-footsteps-part-2.html' title='Musical Footsteps: Part 2'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-7946086250784795428</id><published>2008-12-03T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:08:44.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Footsteps</title><content type='html'>First off...Happy December!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, as always inspiration has hit. However this time I didn't realize it was hitting me until about a week after I first discovered it. Currently, I am completely obsessed with Taylor Swift's CD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fearless. &lt;/span&gt;In particular, the first single Love Story has caught my attention...and not for reasons you may think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this will not be a blog about relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this song is strikingly different then many popular songs on the radio, maybe it's because the artist actually wrote the song. This song is a clear narrative with different character's and story development. It got me thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if we had a soundtrack to our lives? What would it sound like? Would it mean every footstep had a set pitch or beat? Would there be ominous music right before I did something stupid? Most importantly...how cool would that be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am NOT talking about anything like High School Musical with people singing and dancing everywhere. But, what if life was set to music? It would add a certain epic quality to the life were living. I mean, how many movies are famous not so much for their plot, but the music playing in the background?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lets be serious, who doesn't want to live an epic life? I would be lying to you if I said it would not be cool to have a soundtrack to my life WHILE I am living it, and not in retrospect. Full of crescendoing moments when my heart would start to race and tempo changes when I take my life into a different direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, this part of my blog would be dedicated to unpacking my thoughts and coming up with a moral of the story. This time however, I will digress. I frankly just think it would be cool to have musical footsteps. Heck, if it could happen I would like to think my life would go platinum...but I'd settle for gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-7946086250784795428?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/7946086250784795428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=7946086250784795428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/7946086250784795428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/7946086250784795428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/12/musical-footsteps.html' title='Musical Footsteps'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-8835421685493412959</id><published>2008-11-22T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:03:56.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Grass?? Check under your feet...</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of every post I discuss where my inspiration comes from. This time, the inspiration is quite embarrassing. However, in the spirit of honesty I'll explain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending the day in downtown Chicago (more on that in a minute), I curled up under a blanket hoping to find a good movie on TV...and oh billy...did I find one. Now, I must preface my next statement with this...I am a sucker for AWFUL AWFUL movies...movies that are soo bad it's funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I will let you in on a little secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring it on 3: All or Nothin&lt;/span&gt;g is a PHENOMENAL movie. In fact, the first 3 Bring it On movies are great...the fourth one struggled...but we'll forgive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I got that out, let me explain why I am writing now. There is a scene in the movie where two characters go on the rooftop of building and over look Crenshaw Heights, California, the less wealthy side of Los Angeles. One of the character says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, sometimes you need to step out of something to see how beautiful it is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This got me thinking of the more familiar saying "The grass is always greener on the other side." The question I pose is this...Is it possible to already be on the other side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it. How often do people long for something they supposedly don't have when they could possibly standing right on top of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I looked for a college, my first rule was this. It must not be in Illinois. Growing up in Illinois, I wanted to experience something different. At that point in my life I had lived in the same house for 13 years and wanted a change pace. Secretly thinking that there could be something better then the "motonous" existence I was living then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to the middle of nowhere Indiana, and loved every minute of it. However, I quickly realized that a change of pace is nice. There is only one green patch of grass for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city of Chicago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the official kick off to the holiday season with a Christmas lights parade, fireworks, and a free concert featuring Jason Mraz, Jon Mclaughlin, and the Cheetah Girls...yes the Cheetah Girls themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, hold your lip-synch loving excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city in itself is awesome, but the excitement people had as all the Christmas lights were turned on was amazing, and it didn't hurt that I had great friends there too. However, I needed to step out of it for four years to come back and truly appreciate how great our city is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I know you may be thinking this. "Nate, the whole point of the grass is always greener on the other side saying is for people who don't appreciate what they have."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I get that, but how often do people say that and MEAN IT! Think about it! Too often we use that expression as it is not intended. So to that I say one thing...as my title says...if your looking for Green Grass...check under your feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-8835421685493412959?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/8835421685493412959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=8835421685493412959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/8835421685493412959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/8835421685493412959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-grass-check-under-your-feet.html' title='Green Grass?? Check under your feet...'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-8775757714044854256</id><published>2008-11-13T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:47:24.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love lessons from 6 of my favorite Friends</title><content type='html'>Before I begin this post, I must say one thing. Last night I did something that I have never done previously...I resisted the urge to post. Yes, at 2:30 in the morning inspiration struck and I ignored enough to get some sleep. Granted it took me about an hour...but I still fell asleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, to what I wanna to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler, Joey, Monica, Phoebe, Rachel, and Ross graced TV sets across America for 10 glorious years on the TV Show &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends. &lt;/span&gt;Now, I must admit I have an addiction to the show and I am not afraid to say it. During season 1, in the relational tension that was Rachel and Ross, Rachel said something that struck me quite funny...loosely quoted it went something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you think it's possible to meet someone that you can hangout with and have fun, and love and trust them while at the same time they can make your toes just curl..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That my friend is question facing many 20 somethings today. Yes, I'm officially a 20 something, admitting it is the first step. When you ask guys and girls what they are looking for in a relationship you have guys describing attributes that will cause toe curling, and girls describing attributes that will lead to fun loving guys to hangout with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the question is, should we try to have both?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it would be easy for me to find a girl that I am physically attracted to and just go after her. In the same sense, there are a lot of girls I love hanging out with but are missing that chemistry with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a different episode, Ross makes this claim in the episode entitled "The one with the blackout", again loosely quoted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Passion is great, but the thing with passion is that it eventually burns out. Hopefully after that your left with trust, companionship, and honesty,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ross makes an excellent point, however, I would contend that the idea of passion burning out is another way of justifying a disturbing trend in our culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had to have a top five list of things I am afraid of, settling would definitely be on that list. No one wants to wake up one day and look at the person sleeping next to them and wonder if they could have done better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing I have learned is that it is possible, no I did not learn this lesson from watching every episode of friends. I know its not reality, and praise the Lord that that's not my life everyday. However, I have seen couples that have both. I know it is possible. So, the lesson learned, is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is possible to meet someone that you love, have fun with, enjoy hanging out with, and more importantly, that same person will one day make my toes curl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-8775757714044854256?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/8775757714044854256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=8775757714044854256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/8775757714044854256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/8775757714044854256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-lessons-from-6-of-my-favorite.html' title='Love lessons from 6 of my favorite Friends'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-5698113936522705416</id><published>2008-11-07T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:11:39.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Train: The New Game of Life?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I love games. Card games, board games, large group games, any type of games. Love em. Mexican Train, is very high on my list. For those of you who have never heard of it, let me explain. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a domino game played with tiles ranging from double zero to double twelve. Each person has their own train that they can play on as well as a community train. With a couple of exceptions, if another player plays a double they must play another domino "covering it." Also, if you can not play at all, you draw another domino, if you still can't play then your train becomes "open," allowing other players to play on your train. The game ends up being a hybrid of luck and strategy, with the whole goal to get rid of all your dominoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was playing tonight, with some amazing people I might add, I was struck by the similarities of game play and life. Never one to shy away from a good metaphor, I will attempt to explain my thoughts. Funny how I think clearest in the wee hours of the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, each game begins with players drawing up a predetermined amount of tiles. PLayers then try to figure out the best order in which to lay their train. This leads me to my first comparison. How often are we dealt a hand in life and try to figure it out? We go through and rack our brains with the quickest and most convenient solution.  Usually, this is where I would insert something cheesy about it's not about the result, it's more about the journey to get there to show that the easiest solution is not always the most beneficial.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be lying to you if I said I didn't want an easy pathway. Things would be so much simpler if I was dealt a hand that made sense. If I could easily piece things together. But, I will admit, sometimes I get that path. I look at everything  and it makes sense. That is when it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A double is played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, a curveball. Something unexpected that changes your course. Your perfect path to victory all of a suddenly must be rerouted in order to cover for the player to your right's shortcoming. Now in life, this could come from a person, an unexpected life happening, or even another person's decision affecting you. No matter what, your reaction is generally the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your perfect train becomes two separate trains you don't know what to do with. Either way we have to quickly adapt, and figure out what the best moves are to get where you need to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, there is one last parallel. When your dealt tiles you don't know what to deal with. You could have 12 completely disjointed tiles, or even worse, two perfect trains of 6 with nothing to do with each other. When you have those two trains you feel like you have to make a choice. When the reality of the situation is all of the dominoes will eventually be played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it's in life when we get the disjointed tiles that we feel the most discouraged. We have many parts that don't lead to a clear direction. What's worse, is that all of these parts have their own strengths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the game of Mexican train, this leads to drawing from the pile of dominoes no one picked. Each round picking more dominoes in a search to make sense of the hand we are dealt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life, this is where I find myself getting into the most trouble. My mind has been conditioned to be looking for that thing missing. The thing about this is, it causes me to neglect what is right in front of me. I have many pieces  in my hand, just because they don't make sense to me right now doesn't mean they don't have a purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know...hard to accept. But just like Mexican Train, the hands end and you start anew. A chance to receive new pieces and most importantly a chance to make the most out the hand you have been given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...right now it's a new hand and I have some disjointed pieces. All I can do is wait for my next turn to come around. Then, I might get something that makes the puzzle clearer. Until then, I will just enjoy the beauty of not knowing, and enjoying the pieces I do have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-5698113936522705416?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/5698113936522705416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=5698113936522705416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5698113936522705416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5698113936522705416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/11/mexican-train-new-game-of-life.html' title='Mexican Train: The New Game of Life?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-4229769217800829202</id><published>2008-11-01T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:44:16.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the New Testament in 30 Days</title><content type='html'>It's simple...thirty days has November, so I will be reading through the entire New Testament in 30 days. The reading plan is simple...take your bible and find out how many pages are in your New Testament, then take that number and divide by 30. Read those many pages a day. For me, it is 9. Day one has taken me from Matthew 1-Matthew 9:22.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write more personal reflections on this throughout the month, however for people who worry about not getting much out of this and turning this into a skim-a-thon, take an additional challenge. Journal EVERDAY, on something you learned from the passage. It sounds simple, but 80% of the battle is doing it everyday and not falling behind...okay that's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-4229769217800829202?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/4229769217800829202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=4229769217800829202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/4229769217800829202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/4229769217800829202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/11/around-new-testament-in-30-days.html' title='Around the New Testament in 30 Days'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-1577540516660236840</id><published>2008-10-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:22:45.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned from The Lion King</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hate inspiration. It comes at the trickiest of times, it comes when I least expect it, and today it has decided to come at 2:01 A.M. and I can not ignore it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While journaling, (yes I journal AND blog, I have to have some type of privacy) I decide to read back through some of my notes I have made throughout the past year. I was struck by a comment I wrote during a sermon delivered by Eric Thonnes during Spiritual Renewal week spring of my Senior year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, Eric Thonnes is a baller. Two, he was discussing Depending on Christ through Ephesians 1:3-5, 2:1-10, however it is an analogy he used that jumped off the page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply wrote,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Simba, remember who you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;For those of you who don't know what I am referring to. Close this page, get in your car and drive to the most convenient video rental facility and pick up the movie The Lion King. Embrace how awesome it is, and enjoy being caught up with the rest of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I have looked at my reflection in the mirror and not really known who is looking back at me. For the disney freaks reading this, I should put a clever little pun about the power ballad in Mulan with a similar theme...but I'll choose to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I like parts of me. But, I look at myself and see fingerprints of the PEOPLE that have impacted my life. All great people, but the fact of the matter is there people. People are screwed up. Even more importantly, I have noticed a fingerprint that is missing, Christ's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of scared me. Have I fallen into the all to common trap of Christian Culture to seek counsel below before/without seeking counsel above? Unfortunately, I think that I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's time to remember who I am, a child of the King, just like the problem Simba faced in the movie.  His crisis of confidence and identity almost cost him his rightful place on the thrown. He was a child of the King, and so am I.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing about fingerprints is they aren't always permanent. I can easily wipe the bad one's off and maintain the good one's. Most importantly, it's letting the fingerprint that matter's most,  prominent and  permanent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-1577540516660236840?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/1577540516660236840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=1577540516660236840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/1577540516660236840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/1577540516660236840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/10/lessons-learned-from-lion-king.html' title='Lessons learned from The Lion King'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-1903724727078319811</id><published>2008-10-16T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:38:57.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I see It</title><content type='html'>Some people say that everything happens for a reason. Every tiny detail of our lives are planned down to the exact moment, and everything that happens will have an impact on the rest of your life. Well, today a sudden urge for a Chai Latte has done just that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starbucks and their delicious overpriced beverages has a huge hook in me and my wallet. While reading today I had the sudden urge for Chai, and when the urge for Chai comes you do not ignore it. So upon receiving my beverage I urgently read my cup. Starbucks' "The Way I See It" adds on their cups is genius, I usually laugh or have a quick passing thought about everything I read. However, Keith Olbermann's words have stirred my thoughts so much that I have decided to share with you, the Blogosphere. (One of my Top 5 favorite words ever used by Randy Gruendyke,little fyi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Way I See It  #17 says the following&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On occasion, some may be correct. But do not do their work for them. Seek any job; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say "no"--they may not be smart enough to say "yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Keith Olbermann Broadcast Journalist and Host of MSNBC's Countdown with Keith Olbermann, former sportscenter anchor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew a former sportscenter anchor could be so profound?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, you may be thinking "Baggett, people have been telling you your whole life not to worry about rejection." Okay, to those who are not impressed by Olbermann's quote I suggest these two things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, most people who struggle with rejection (myself included), will probably always struggle with it, so it may take constant reminder until something clicks. Second, and more importantly, I have never heard rejection framed in such a way as it being someone else's mistake. When rejected, I often wonder why it didn't work, what I am supposed to learn from it, never have I ever thought someone was dumb enough to say no to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other part about getting this cup that struck me was it's tie in to a verse I've had in my thoughts lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk in a manner worth of the calling to which you have been called,&lt;/span&gt; with all humility and gentleness with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace." Ephesians 4:1-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first part of this passage strikes me the most. We all have been called to something greater then ourselves and more importantly we are supposed to respond as such. Satan likes to use rejection as a hindrance in so many people's lives and its crucial that Christians are aware of it and are ready to look past it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, all that really matters is not how I see things, it's how God has laid things out for me...who knew it would take a Chai Latte and a Keith Olbermann quote for me to see it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1032350836091559609-1903724727078319811?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/1903724727078319811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=1903724727078319811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/1903724727078319811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/1903724727078319811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/10/way-i-see-it.html' title='The Way I see It'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-4346669705715632568</id><published>2008-08-12T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:15:21.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek</title><content type='html'>Okay, so there are many things that a college graduate does, for those of us who have not found jobs yet we spend our days getting addicted to new television shows...my new addiction is a show called Greek.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greek is on ABC Family and it portrays (which I have been told it portrays it quite accurately) the Greek system at a ficitional college in Ohio. Two fraternitys and one sorority are shown doing the expected drunken antics all under the umbrella of brotherhood/sisterhood respectively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is because of my increasing desire to try college over again, but I couldn't help but draw parallels to this show and Taylor. Now, here me out none of these references have anything do with alcohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each wing at Taylor obviously has it's own distinct reputation...when I lived on Third West we were known for wild antics, intramural dominence, and above all chasing each other around in a cloud of paranoia with a melon and gourd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, one thing that Greek has shown me it is not what the rest of the campus sees that defines their fraternity, it's actually the things that goes on behind closed doors that enhances their sense of brotherhood and turns them into men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I will not get into what ever went on behind close doors I can tell you that the men I lived on Third West for 2 years are my brothers. I love them very much and it will be weird to live my life this year not around any of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...what are my greek letters? Most fraternitys and sororitys identify themselves with three letters...I've got 5....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WWIII&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-4346669705715632568?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/4346669705715632568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=4346669705715632568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/4346669705715632568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/4346669705715632568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/08/greek.html' title='Greek'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-5846480892464756676</id><published>2008-07-23T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:17:47.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose your own Adventure</title><content type='html'>Robert Frost talked about the road less traveled....getting to a spot where the road we are taking splits and goes into two different directions. One, the beaten comfortable path and one the less traveled....he chose the less traveled path.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my generation, we know it as the choose your own adventure books. We eagerly read the first ten pages just to be confronted with a choice... usually it intended something along the lines of going into a very creepy door, or running the opposite direction in an effort to live. Most importantly, we dreaded reading the book and realizing we had chose the wrong path and died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With these books being such a huge part of most people's childhoods now a days it is easy to see why many 20 somethings are petrified by making the "wrong choice." I myself am not exempt from this at all. Literally, 20 minutes ago I set up my first real job interview post college...at a corporate event marketing firm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For most people that know me, they are wondering....why on earth am I trying to get a job at a corporate place. I am petrified of being a corporate cubical junkie that wastes away the best part of the day doing work. So, I am worried that if this job actually happens my next chapter will have a dreadfully awful illustration of my back to a cubical working way to hard for not enough money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I realized one important thing. At the end of every chapter in life theres another choice, a chance to reinvent things...so maybe I am actually make the right move...heck maybe this is a transition chapter where there is no right or wrong move?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the adventure begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-5846480892464756676?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/5846480892464756676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=5846480892464756676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5846480892464756676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5846480892464756676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/07/choose-your-own-adventure.html' title='Choose your own Adventure'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-3200241259060954843</id><published>2008-07-16T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:02:21.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute, advice, and a glimpse of inspiration</title><content type='html'>Okay, one thing that has been clear about my adventure into blogging is that I am not a habitual writer, forget the J result on the Myers-Briggs, sometimes I enjoy a bit of spontaneity. This blog is no different, posts will happen whenever I feel inspired, and today my inspiration came from one word, from a very, very, close friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starbucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who know me, you know that probably 50% of every paycheck I got from Taylor was spent on some type of coffee product, no matter if it is overpriced or not. But, it was this phrase from my dear friend that truly made me think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Heck, I could work at Starbucks for 5 years, work at a church for free and love my life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work at a church for free? Wait a second, people work for free anymore? Some people would classify that as a volunteer, but whatever happened to, as he put it, "rolling up my sleeves and getting my hands dirty." And more than that, doing it because you WANT to do it and you find JOY in SERVING the LORD instead of having people EXPECT you to do it because you are the paid staff person..... interesting concept don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, the true inspiration also came from that one word Starbucks.  A few of my friends from home have been telling me to get a job there and I have been hesistent for one reason...pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest, I just graduated college and feel like that a "real job" should have just fallen into my life by now. I have a lot of experience, a great education, and the ability to work hard. So why would I want to waste my time at Starbucks? Tonight my friend has made me realize that sometime your job that makes the money, will not be your full time occupation....Dave Brown...thank you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1032350836091559609-3200241259060954843?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/3200241259060954843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=3200241259060954843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/3200241259060954843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/3200241259060954843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/07/tribute-advice-a-glimpse-of-inspiration.html' title='A Tribute, advice, and a glimpse of inspiration'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-5497419456354275245</id><published>2008-07-01T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:29:22.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cure for the Taylor Hangover</title><content type='html'>A hangover, it is something I can say that I have experienced based on a couple nights with an excess amount of coffee and caffeine intake. That groggy, queasy, headache ridden day seems to drag on with every second feeling like an hour.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't believe me? Try for yourself.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the fact of the matter is a conversation came up about the idea of a Post-Taylor Hangover. With many Seniors still staggering around after the whirlwind weekend known as Commencement, some of us are just now waking up to the real world...and not liking what were seeing.  Some are challenged by the idea they are now alone in their faith, some are feeling lost without the group of friends, and some are just afraid to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my friends I think this weekend has set the Taylor alarm clock off in my head and I have woken up, kinda wondering what the heck just happened. This past weekend I had the privilege to watch Rob Bedinghaus and Kate Yoder get married, and I was surrounded with some of the best friends a guy could ask for. I found myself sitting back in the car trying to reflect on my Taylor experience, something that I have been avoiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflecting, in itself, is the beginning of accepting the end. My room is still not unpacked, I am still looking for a job and I still honestly believe that in a month of a half I will be surrounded by everyone again, I mean to be honest I have seen Taylor friends every week this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hangover can be dangerous. It allows us to wallow in our own self-pity, it allows us to remain in the past instead of trusting God for our future, and most importantly not value the moments I have had in the past month and a half....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A common hang over is treated one of two ways....tons of water and aspirin, or drinking the substance that caused the hang over in the first place, thus giving the body what it is with-drawling from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cure for the Taylor Hangover....well, my title may have been misleading. Realistically, there is no cure for the Taylor Hangover. The closest thing I can figure out is being okay with taking one day at a time and enjoying every minute of it. Being thankful for the experiences God gives you, and trusting that everything is okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1032350836091559609-5497419456354275245?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/5497419456354275245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=5497419456354275245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5497419456354275245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5497419456354275245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/07/cure-for-taylor-hangover.html' title='A Cure for the Taylor Hangover'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-543493586178354216</id><published>2008-06-03T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:04:25.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is life?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am not shy about admitting that my life direction seems non-existent at this point. Weekend after weekend, I meet people that come up to me and realize I am a recent college graduate. Well, lets be serious graduating college would not fit into the column of glamorous. My life has been anything but typical, with each day being completely different then the next and I consistently wait for the weekend, eagerly anticipating a few days of what seems like no responsibilities.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, one has to post the question. Is this what my life is going to be like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No structure, no stability, not feeling settled anywhere, just floating around all week to have fun over the weekend, fun that costs an arm and a leg in gas. It is hard to describe what it is like to realize that there are people all over the country that feel the exact thing I do. The reason? None of those people seem to live with a 20 mile radius of 2600 Sigwalt st. With friends either having a job, a direction for a job, or the worst of them all a future husband/wife all locked you have to ask the question, why not me? I look for jobs, just none of them seem like the type of job I envisioned myself having post Taylor, and the female situation? Ha, another blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what is the real challenge of living in a post-taylor world with Bachelor's degree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it finding a job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it finding a wife?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no/I sure hope not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it keeping in touch with friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, I've seen Taylor people every week, and if people want to get a hold of me they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, the real challenge is everyday life. It's making the most of everyday, not knowing what the next day is going to bring....we'll see if I am up to the challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-543493586178354216?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/543493586178354216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=543493586178354216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/543493586178354216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/543493586178354216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-life.html' title='This is life?'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-6377961685554112190</id><published>2008-05-21T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:21:17.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>So, I knew it was coming. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like I had been transitioning really well back into my suburban lifestyle. However, today has not been a good day. With every day that passes I realize that I will just be further and further away from my college experience. It makes it slightly harder that my cell phone is broken and I have no contact to my Taylor community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this reality check is going to be okay...you know why? Because there is no other option. There will be rough days and there will be better days but most importantly, I must remember that the days wont stop. It is up to me to make the transition work. Really, that's all I got, will see what the next couple days bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-6377961685554112190?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/6377961685554112190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=6377961685554112190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/6377961685554112190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/6377961685554112190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/05/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</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-1032350836091559609.post-5104991909847710816</id><published>2008-05-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:56:53.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Collision</title><content type='html'>Welcome! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I just graduated Taylor University, and when I mean recently, I mean yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this blog will act as an updater of my life and will hopefully will be a page full of many excited developments of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Beautiful Collision, a fascinating concept if you ask myself. How on Earth can you call a collision, something that leaves objects, people, and lives mangled,destroyed,marred, and ugly beautiful? When I think of beauty I don't necessarily think of a car accident on the side of the road, or when two people run into each other during a sporting event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I currently am living in a Beautiful Collision. I have moved home with a Bachelor's Degree in my belt and tons of new friends from school. However, I am now away from them and have to adjust to the life I had back home. So, these two worlds are coming to collide together, trying to battle for importance and prominence in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am happy to say they are all as equally important, as I look to the past,and live in the present, and look forward to the future I see beauty. My life is beautiful, it would be perfect if all of my worlds could happen at the same time, but they won't and they can't. Instead, I am looking forward to what my friends can do and what I will do in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032350836091559609-5104991909847710816?l=baggettposttu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/feeds/5104991909847710816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032350836091559609&amp;postID=5104991909847710816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5104991909847710816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032350836091559609/posts/default/5104991909847710816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baggettposttu.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-collision.html' title='A Beautiful Collision'/><author><name>Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08131785983047699127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
