<?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-14971206</id><updated>2011-09-01T04:57:54.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsolete Vernacular</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts, travels, trials, and dreams - 

"written in a kind of obsolete vernacular." ~ Eli Cash</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112605992232708239</id><published>2005-09-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:25:22.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan</title><content type='html'>Guys, this post is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Gail's ex-boyfriend Ryan. I just found out he was in a car accident and ended up killing his roommate. Gail is obviously in shambles, and I can't imagine how Ryan is holding up.  I don't believe Ryan is a Christian....Please pray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112605992232708239?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112605992232708239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112605992232708239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112605992232708239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112605992232708239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/09/ryan.html' title='Ryan'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112605969081561219</id><published>2005-09-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:21:30.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouldering</title><content type='html'>This evening instead of working on my Church history paper that has been hanging over my head all week, I jumped at the opportunity to go bouldering with my good friend Clay.  We hit up a new place called Agazzi's rock or something like that.  For those of you that aren't familiar, bouldering basically means rock climbing with no ropes. You usually don't go very high, but instead tackle challenging lateral problems.  So after a warm up climb, Clay shows me how to do a slightly more difficult problem. I am a little out of practice as this is my first time climbing in a while, but I fearlessy hit the 20 ft. high boulder. I get about half way up the rock and begin to realize the difficulty of the route. At this piont my feet are at least ten feet up in the air. After multiple attempts at the next move I begin to panic a little bit as I realize I am not going to be able to finish the problem and make it to the top of the boulder and the easy way down. (Please imagine Clay who ran up this climb trying to encourage me by telling me that yes it is indeed a tricky move to the top.) As the muscles in my calf start to burn I decide I need to try and down climb from where I am at.  Now downclimbing is actually very tricky and I soon realize that climbing down is going to be just as difficult as climbing up. Finally I decide that at least if I fall on the way down I will probably only break my ankle and possilbly a few ribs as opposed to killing myself if I fall while attempting to reach the top. As I painstakingly try to climb down with Clay bracing my feet I begin to imagine how hilarious this must be for Clay. Fortunately the good friend that Clay is, he reminds me that he done more embarassing things himself.  Somehow I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this adventure, Clay and I took the initial warm up route to the top of the boulder and watched the sun set over the horizon. It was a beautiful sight to say the least. Clay and I were moved and as the the sun dipped below the treeline we offered up a prayer of thanks to God for creating such a magnificent scene. There is something about nature and the wilderness that we are both drawn to and it has been a treat for me to experience things like this with Clay while at seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I head back to this place I will try and get a picture of the death trap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112605969081561219?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112605969081561219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112605969081561219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112605969081561219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112605969081561219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/09/bouldering.html' title='Bouldering'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112549262551033438</id><published>2005-08-31T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T05:50:25.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/on%20the%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/on%20the%20beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/baller2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/baller2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/carry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/carry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/Sarah%20and%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/Sarah%20and%20I.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/gail%20and%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/gail%20and%20I.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is official my sister is no longer Sarah Stec.  We had a great time together in the Bahamas though, and I couldn't be more excited about Alan.  The whole destination wedding thing turned out to be really nice.  Hanging with my family was great and we all just felt like we were able to savor the whole experience of Sarah getting married.  Here are a few picks of the wedding for you to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112549262551033438?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112549262551033438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112549262551033438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112549262551033438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112549262551033438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/08/sarah-wilson.html' title='Sarah Wilson'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112450465851388220</id><published>2005-08-19T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:24:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Draft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/DSCF0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/DSCF0010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometime around Rd. 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/DSCF0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The unintentional comedy of Jason Hover talking on two cell phones at once put the evening over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; If I had to decide between Fantasy Football and Christmas, I am not sure which I would take right now.  Fantasy Football has in fact reached that level.  The other day we had our long anticipated Fantasy draft.  After hours of preparation it all went down relatively quickly as we finished in just under four hrs.  My team, GorCon Returns, is fairly stacked this year.  I wasn't happy with my draft position, but still managed to put together a stellar team.  Overall, I would have to give myself an A-.  The highlight of my draft was most likely my pickup of Mike Vick in the eighth round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let four months of some of the funniest smack talk ever begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112450465851388220?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112450465851388220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112450465851388220' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112450465851388220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112450465851388220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/08/draft.html' title='The Draft'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112450407185814927</id><published>2005-08-19T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:14:31.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Mullet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/DSCF0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/DSCF0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day I began the sculpting process of the mullet I am planning on growing.  It is only a matter of time before you see kids across California and the Midwest wearing out this new stylish do.   More photos will be forthcoming as the back grows out and the sides get trimmed down even further.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112450407185814927?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112450407185814927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112450407185814927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112450407185814927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112450407185814927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick-mullet.html' title='Sick Mullet!'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112346811787147531</id><published>2005-08-07T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:19:48.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Charles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/DSCF0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/DSCF0017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/DSCF0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/DSCF0013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Psalm 9:1-2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; I will be glad and rejoice in you; I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Today was just one of those days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sky was clear, the sun was shining, and I just felt like rejoicing in God and praising Him for creating such a beautiful day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After attending a staff barbeque, I decided to enjoy more of the day and went for a run along the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Charles River&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really had no training agenda and had nothing else on my plate for the day, so I just would run for a while and then walk and spend some time praying before picking up the run again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so struck by some of the views while I ran and prayed that when I got back to the car I grabbed my camera and snapped off some of these pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even re-enacted the run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was actually a very risky shot as my camera sat on the ledge of the railing right above the Charles as I tested out the timer mode.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Had one big gust come along I would have been toast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112346811787147531?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112346811787147531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112346811787147531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112346811787147531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112346811787147531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/08/charles.html' title='The Charles'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112321710419766301</id><published>2005-08-04T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:45:04.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Magazine</title><content type='html'>Time magazine just devoted a whole issue to 13 year olds and did a cover article on the middle school youth group I work with. Check it out at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1088734,00.html"&gt;  http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1088734,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112321710419766301?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112321710419766301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112321710419766301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112321710419766301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112321710419766301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-magazine.html' title='Time Magazine'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112321650594866081</id><published>2005-08-04T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:35:05.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have this Church history class right now and have been studying the Church from the Protestant Reformation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;History amazes me and I love learning about the individuals and events that have shaped the Church over the centuries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know hindsight is always 20/20, but as I study I am really amazed at some of the ways that the Church completely dropped the ball or missed the boat on certain issues: the Evangelical response to slavery and racism, the sale of indulgences by the Catholic Church, the Salem witch trials by the Puritans of the Massachusetts Bay Colony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The list goes on and on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of this has made me wonder how the Church today is doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think we can just assume that we have everything completely figured out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure that there must be things that the Church is completely screwing up and doing wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fifty years from now when people look back, what things are they going to say, “man, what were they thinking back then” about?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think we need to ask ourselves, is there anything that the Church is completely missing the boat on, and secondly how can we be a prophetic voice for reform even today?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have some ideas on this that I might share later, but for now I would love to hear your thoughts on this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112321650594866081?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112321650594866081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112321650594866081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112321650594866081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112321650594866081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/08/reformation.html' title='reformation'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112295187943903099</id><published>2005-08-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:08:34.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;The other day I was chillin with Phil who lives in a predominantly Dominican neighborhood in a poor section of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Salem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The time felt like a little vision trip for me as there is a distinct possibility I may be living and working in a similar community some time in the not so distant future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sitting on Phil’s porch and observing the sites and sounds of the bustling neighborhood, I tried to place myself there and wondered how I would react in such an environment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kept asking myself if I have what it takes to try and build relationships and share the love of Christ in such a different place from that which I am familiar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Phil told stories of the stuff he encounters everyday, the reality of how difficult a transition this would really be for me began to set in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would be the minority. I would be out of my comfort zone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have to depend on God for so many things that I now depend on myself for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112295187943903099?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112295187943903099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112295187943903099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112295187943903099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112295187943903099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/08/salem.html' title='Salem'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112286646141692239</id><published>2005-07-31T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:17:25.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Berea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I just got back from eight days at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Camp&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Berea&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took 47 middle schoolers from my church to this gorgeous camp on &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Newfound&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   Hampshire&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My cabin full of upcoming 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; graders was a lot fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All week they were bursting with life and energy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was encouraged by the connections I had with all of my guys and how I saw them responding to God all week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only real bummer was when I wrecked my back at the beginning of the week trying to turn a double play in an unevenly matched kickball game and spent the majority of the rest of the week overdosing on Advil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After giving my back a few days to recover, my cabin challenged the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade cabin to a high-stakes soccer game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hair was on the line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was either Brian’s head or my legs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could not bring myself to risk losing the mullet I have been growing...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This game was one of the biggest highlights of the trip for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brett, one of my campers has cerebral palsy and walking for him is difficult to say the least.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the beginning of the week I think he was pretty intimidated and self conscious and spent the majority of the time in his wheel chair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the end of the week though he felt more comfortable and decided to play in this game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I played goalie and had Brett back on defense near me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The game was pretty tight and Brett was getting really into it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then on two separate possessions the other team took shots that were going in and I would never have been able to block that deflected off Brett and out of bounds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brett started to get really excited and at one point he was cheering so hard he fell down on his back and continued pumping his fists like crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we won by one goal, Brett was on top of the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112286646141692239?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112286646141692239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112286646141692239' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112286646141692239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112286646141692239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/07/camp-berea.html' title='Camp Berea'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112286443577289447</id><published>2005-07-31T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:47:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Va Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/DSCF0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/DSCF0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braya - a highlight of the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/greatpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/greatpic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last night there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/staff%20pics%20304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/staff%20pics%20304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;staff guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/vb1%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/320/vb1%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, Michael, A.J., Teddy, and me our last time together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I spent six weeks in Va Beach doing a staff internship with Crusade. The trip was so refreshing and I felt like God reminded me again why I am at seminary. Here are a few pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112286443577289447?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112286443577289447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112286443577289447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112286443577289447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112286443577289447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/07/va-beach.html' title='Va Beach'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14971206.post-112285348315515858</id><published>2005-07-31T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:44:00.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/1600/blogger4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/40/1372/400/blogger3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that my relationships with all of you are perhaps the sweetest blessing from the Lord I have received. My desire for this new blog is that although I am geographically distant from many of you I might remain connected to your life and you with mine. I apologize ahead of time if my posts are infrequent or sporadic. When school starts back up in the fall my life will become crazy once again, but I do hope to publish some type of update at least once a week. I hope that this site can be portal for you into my life. I look forward to hearing your comments and receiving your prayers. Know that I miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14971206-112285348315515858?l=obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/feeds/112285348315515858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14971206&amp;postID=112285348315515858' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112285348315515858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14971206/posts/default/112285348315515858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsolete-vernacular.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-my-friends.html' title='to my Friends'/><author><name>anthony paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431854594000510984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos22.flickr.com/30507892_b6370e134f_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
