<?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-2490685893736806197</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:30:42.635-05:00</updated><category term='faith'/><category term='psalm 63'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings. Thinkings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490685893736806197.post-8326593557925884599</id><published>2009-04-22T02:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:10:19.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part II.  The Door. (Or How God is Teaching Me to Stop Worrying About the War Inside Me and Love the Bombardment of Opportunity).</title><summary type='text'>In John chapter 9, Jesus is talking to some Pharisees and his Disciples.  He is trying to explain to everyone who is listening that He is no just a prophet, but the Son of Man.  He is the only way to Heaven and He is desperately wanting to save them all.I am the door.  Whoever enters through me will. be. saved.Jesus is metaphorically telling them that He is their ticket to Heaven.  He is the gate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/8326593557925884599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=8326593557925884599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/8326593557925884599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/8326593557925884599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-ii-door-or-how-god-is-teaching-me.html' title='Part II.  The Door. (Or How God is Teaching Me to Stop Worrying About the War Inside Me and Love the Bombardment of Opportunity).'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-7258802719862489405</id><published>2009-04-13T20:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:49:36.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope. Faith. Joy.</title><summary type='text'>Hope.Faith.Joy.Three small words.  Three big ideas that I constantly struggle with.Hope that I will succeed in life, hope that I won't fail.Faith in God, that His plan will unfold before my eyes.Joy in the little things, daily finding happiness in my blessings.Right now, I'm trying to trust.  I have no clue where God is sending me right now, except for marrying a special girl in October.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/7258802719862489405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=7258802719862489405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/7258802719862489405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/7258802719862489405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope-faith-joy.html' title='Hope. Faith. Joy.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-2690244031130086305</id><published>2009-03-24T01:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:04:55.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/2690244031130086305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=2690244031130086305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/2690244031130086305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/2690244031130086305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-5471909828251064388</id><published>2008-07-15T00:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:13:30.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to Scrubs</title><summary type='text'> I need to let go of my destinyI need to trust in things unseenI believe in having faithThough I yield my controlI forgot how quickly things can changeNow my vision can not be the sameI'm embracing all of my fearsI am watching them turn to delightThe very fears which were gripping my mindAre now the hands shaping and sculpting my dreamsI'm in the process of figuring a lot of things out.  My mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/5471909828251064388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=5471909828251064388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/5471909828251064388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/5471909828251064388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2008/07/due-to-scrubs.html' title='Due to Scrubs'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-5043554074380428614</id><published>2008-04-04T00:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:41:10.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of Jesus</title><summary type='text'>God uses the most impromptu situations to tell me that His plan for me is unfolding.  Random conversations in unlikely, unscheduled places make me realize how blessed I am to be redeemed and how set apart the followers of Christ really are.I guess it boils down to a bit of naivety with a mix of love for others and the belief that everyone loves other people too.  When asked what I plan on doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/5043554074380428614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=5043554074380428614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/5043554074380428614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/5043554074380428614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2008/04/because-of-jesus.html' title='Because of Jesus'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-3150570580179100653</id><published>2008-03-31T23:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:10:18.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am cursed, but I am redeemed</title><summary type='text'>There is such conflict in our world that is represented by every aspect of human perception.  Light versus dark.  An innate good verse evil.Love or hate.And it amazes me how much everyone is affected by this struggle.  Everyone wants to be loved and yet we battle against it, so influenced by evil and hate and it rages out against others.  The entire world is plagued by the war that ensues daily, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/3150570580179100653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=3150570580179100653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/3150570580179100653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/3150570580179100653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-cursed-but-i-am-redeemed.html' title='I am cursed, but I am redeemed'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-7746787823538922079</id><published>2008-01-13T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:34:33.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Used....Gone soft...</title><summary type='text'>I like the Used.  And i'm probably one of only a few that loves their new song Smother Me.And for anyone who was curious about the last post, I just like the song.  Me and JaKing are still good. Let me be the one who calls you babyAll the timeSurely you can take some comfortKnowing that you’re mineJust hold me tight, lay by my sideand let me be the one who calls youBaby all the time Let me be the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/7746787823538922079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=7746787823538922079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/7746787823538922079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/7746787823538922079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2008/01/usedgone-soft.html' title='The Used....Gone soft...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490685893736806197.post-4793649554069149856</id><published>2008-01-10T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:02:51.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A good life.</title><summary type='text'>Softly Now,You owe it to the worldAnd everyone knows that you're my favourite girlBut there's some things in life that are not meant to beI'm not meant for you and your not meant for meHere's to our problemsAnd here's to our fightsHere's to our achingsAnd here's to you having a Good lifeFrom MeGood LifeSofter Now,You owe it to yourselfAnd don't think that you will be left on the shelfCause </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/4793649554069149856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=4793649554069149856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/4793649554069149856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/4793649554069149856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-life.html' title='A good life.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-3540527614909934528</id><published>2007-08-02T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:57:20.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Defense</title><summary type='text'>When it happens that a battle is upon you, you are left with two options: charge into the fight or stand your ground?Defense or Offense?In most battle cases, a defense means hiding behind a big brick wall and waiting to be attacked.  It means constant vigil. It's a tough job.   The brick wall might not hold up, you don't know how many will attack; its a risk.Meanwhile, some would say the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/3540527614909934528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=3540527614909934528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/3540527614909934528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/3540527614909934528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-defense.html' title='The Best Defense'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490685893736806197.post-862440277908133641</id><published>2007-07-14T01:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:48:00.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Children. No More Pain.</title><summary type='text'>Why does God speak so loudly that you cannot ignore Him?Why does He amaze me with conviction and pain?Why is there still fighting?There are two girls from USC on project with me.  One of them, Jessica, just happens to know two of the three guys who started Invisible Children.  One of those two happened to be in her youth group growing up and is her best friends older brother.I happened to meet a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/862440277908133641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=862440277908133641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/862440277908133641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/862440277908133641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-more-children-no-more-pain.html' title='No More Children. No More Pain.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-3825063322868272430</id><published>2007-07-13T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:31:01.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real World: Chicago</title><summary type='text'>This is the true story, of twelve strangers, picked to live in a house, work together,and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite, and start getting real. The Real World.Basically, that's how it feels.  Except we don't have a confessional and instead of working, we evangelize.  And rather than stop being polite, we have been showing nothing but love and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/3825063322868272430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=3825063322868272430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/3825063322868272430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/3825063322868272430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/07/real-world-chicago.html' title='Real World: Chicago'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-6767410005432761550</id><published>2007-06-18T22:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:59:35.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I know there is a God who has a plan for me</title><summary type='text'>A few reasons that I believe in God:-For my trip to South Korea/Chicago, I needed to raise 2800 dollars in support + 190$ of plane ticket to/from chicago/atlanta.  Today I got 3 checks in the mail that bring my total support raised to 2985$.-I haven't gotten to talk to Jessica in over two weeks.  The first day I get a chance to call her I get off work half an hour early which means I could talk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/6767410005432761550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=6767410005432761550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/6767410005432761550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/6767410005432761550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/06/reasons-why-i-know-there-is-god-who-has.html' title='Reasons why I know there is a God who has a plan for me'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-6926639384466353110</id><published>2007-06-04T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:23:00.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly People</title><summary type='text'>"Never pick a fight with an ugly person.  They've got nothing to lose."We all feel like in our lives we have something to lose.  Pride, money, respect, friends, cookies (ok, so that last one is just cuz i'm hungry and i just ate my last box of Dunkaroos).  But in all reality, we've got nothing to lost.  It is all meaningless.  I watched a movie with Lindsey last night called About Schmidt.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/6926639384466353110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=6926639384466353110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/6926639384466353110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/6926639384466353110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/06/ugly-people.html' title='Ugly People'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-260575708676399343</id><published>2007-05-28T23:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:46:43.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Cabbage</title><summary type='text'>I love how God motivates and pushes you through unlikely sources and in ways that you don't imagine.  I feel like God's told me in the past 3 days that I need to wake up, stop being lazy, and realize that there is more to my relationship with Him than myself and my pitiful excuses for sinning.On a completely separate note (ok, not separate at all but absolutely related), my brother is here and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/260575708676399343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=260575708676399343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/260575708676399343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/260575708676399343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/05/hot-cabbage.html' title='Hot Cabbage'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-6790043043653185835</id><published>2007-05-19T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:45:41.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got soul but I'm not a soldier...</title><summary type='text'>Over and in, last call for sinWhile everyone's lost, the battle is won"With all these things that I've doneAll these things that I've done"If you can hold onIf you can hold on I doubt the Killers had Christ in mind when they wrote the song "All These Things That I Have Done", but the message speaks loudly to me.  I'm so glad that God constantly speaks to me through everything and lets me know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/6790043043653185835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=6790043043653185835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/6790043043653185835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/6790043043653185835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-soul-but-im-not-soldier.html' title='I got soul but I&apos;m not a soldier...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-5863150543634011605</id><published>2007-04-30T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:54:39.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our God is a speaking God.This world is spinning faster than we knowIn the blur of the motionYour light Shines throughBut I close my eyes to keep from fallingYet all I do is tumbleYour hand becomes focusedAll time stands stillAs you raise up my soulPour into me Your willLet your mercyCome and fill meWash away the despairMake me humbleTake my sorrowI wanna live in your loveYou have given me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/5863150543634011605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=5863150543634011605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/5863150543634011605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/5863150543634011605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-god-is-speaking-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2490685893736806197.post-1852808176806688387</id><published>2007-04-18T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:38:58.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Glorious Ruin</title><summary type='text'>Crusade last night was amazing.  Jimmy from Clemson Pres spoke about the state of our world, and it really spoke to me.  He talked about how the world is like the roman Coliseum, once a great piece of architecture that has now fallen to decay.  Our world has fallen so far away from the way God meant it to be.  The people are crying out because our burden is so heavy and unbearable.  But its not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/1852808176806688387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=1852808176806688387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/1852808176806688387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/1852808176806688387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-glorious-ruin.html' title='In Glorious Ruin'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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-2490685893736806197.post-2295214875119492425</id><published>2007-04-10T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:43:32.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psalm 63'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>More Than Life</title><summary type='text'>I've stumbled upon a new verse that basically has given me a new perspective on things.Psalm 63:3-4 " Because your love is better than life,  my lips will glorify you. I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands."God's love is better than life. It's better than anything  everything. I need to grasp that with both hands and hold on tight.  His plan is better than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/feeds/2295214875119492425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2490685893736806197&amp;postID=2295214875119492425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/2295214875119492425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2490685893736806197/posts/default/2295214875119492425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masdeconquistadores.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-than-life.html' title='More Than Life'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165303380225464507</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>
