<?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-6704806399149930270</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:56:04.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Burgbacher's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-6198863078832252031</id><published>2009-05-27T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:31:52.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a job doing seo and inbound marketing..... im listening to rob bell nooma video you and thinking of sermons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6704806399149930270-6198863078832252031?l=jburgbacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6198863078832252031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6704806399149930270&amp;postID=6198863078832252031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/6198863078832252031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/6198863078832252031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-job-doing-seo-and-inbound.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-3463237754747898254</id><published>2009-01-05T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:14:23.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its like i cant stop hearing whats within</title><content type='html'>so its been awhile. i know, i allowed myself to get busy with the stupid and mundane things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sitting in my room and thinking of how i got here; to this point in my life. ya know that point when you look back and say wow. i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; young and people that are older than me will probably find humor in this but oh well. ya know i remember i was like four or something and up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wisconsin&lt;/span&gt; i made a leaf pile in the shape of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;batmobile&lt;/span&gt;- freaking awesome. i remember when i was five my dad's mom getting cancer for the second time and dying. I remember asking God into my life. i remember my parents sitting my sister and i down and telling us we were moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;springfield&lt;/span&gt; mo. i remember my teacher in second graded telling me to shut up when i talked about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; and eve being the first humans. i remember the first time i meet my best friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tyler&lt;/span&gt; in kids church- he came up to me because i sat on the girls side with my sister since i was new and knew no one, he explained how they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; sit boys and girls on the same side and he offered for me to sit by him- 11 years later we are closer than brothers. I remember my first day at new covenant, misses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ditomasie's&lt;/span&gt; third grade. i remember being picked on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; out elementary school. summer before my seventh grade my sister and i went on a trip around the west coast with my grandpa and  grandmother(moms side)- the best trip with them by far, i still think about that trip all the time. seventh grade started and i was five ft. and two inches- i walked out five ft. nine inches- seven inch growth spurt during the school, sorry mom and dad for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt; of  getting new clothes like every week cause i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; growing. one day during the school year i saw my parents car at the school, it was odd because it was the middle of the day and i knew what had happened; grandma had died. i remember not ever dealing with it. then high school came. man that was a crazy time. i made friends, lost others, and found myself in places i never thought i would. i remember the pain that i was going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; and not telling anyone. stupidity at its finest i would say. then on summer my grandpa, who was one of my best friends, got sick. no i thought it was nothing-by the time he died he had 8 major heart attacks and three minor ones- my grandpa the hard a. he died on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, was buried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;, and the next day my sister and i left for camp in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;colorado&lt;/span&gt;. i barely spoke before the conference. then God came in that moment and called me to something that only could happen with him. so i left my old life of sin behind me, that person was no longer me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;january&lt;/span&gt; of '08 the last time i hurt myself.  then graduation came, and went. just like high school- ya blink and ya miss it. august came and i moved out into the world of dorm life and college. then first semester came and went. i made new friends and said goodbye to old ones. today i am one year out and never felt better about myself, who i am or where i am at in life. that is all stuff i have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; that has helped shape me as the young man that i am but that stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; define me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt; today is a new day, new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;, a fresh start, you can change some ones life, you can pick up that hobby you have always wanted to do, you can go tell the person you love how much they mean to you, you can go help in whatever needs to be helped, you can bring a smile to some ones face - how will you spend today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6704806399149930270-3463237754747898254?l=jburgbacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3463237754747898254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6704806399149930270&amp;postID=3463237754747898254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/3463237754747898254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/3463237754747898254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-like-i-cant-stop-hearing-whats.html' title='its like i cant stop hearing whats within'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-7703069100728500869</id><published>2008-07-12T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:13:19.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>so lately i have been into some crazy music that is so different its not even funny. I have been listening to everything from rap-50 cent- to hardcore- parkway drive, Maylene and the sons of disaster- to death cab for cutie to this band Owl City-they are ok, not amazing but good to just relax out to. but pretty much all day yesterday and today i have listened to the band The White Tie Affair. Yeah diversity is my name basically&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/6704806399149930270-7703069100728500869?l=jburgbacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7703069100728500869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6704806399149930270&amp;postID=7703069100728500869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/7703069100728500869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/7703069100728500869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/2008/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-7460137013901682234</id><published>2008-07-10T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:15:19.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Book</title><content type='html'>i just got the kids books so here is to reading that &lt;div&gt;and then working on the artwork &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6704806399149930270-7460137013901682234?l=jburgbacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7460137013901682234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6704806399149930270&amp;postID=7460137013901682234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/7460137013901682234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/7460137013901682234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids-book.html' title='Kids Book'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-5102120483885491889</id><published>2008-07-10T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:42:06.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got bored so i did this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfqwrqNpI/AAAAAAAAABE/IvtnHxIdM6c/s1600-h/elephant+sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfqwrqNpI/AAAAAAAAABE/IvtnHxIdM6c/s320/elephant+sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395637465659026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfrIaq-aI/AAAAAAAAABM/0H2y73ky5AQ/s1600-h/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfrIaq-aI/AAAAAAAAABM/0H2y73ky5AQ/s320/elephant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395643836856738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfrDYY7SI/AAAAAAAAABU/gmHtUtuHAvw/s1600-h/nowhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfrDYY7SI/AAAAAAAAABU/gmHtUtuHAvw/s320/nowhere.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395642485108002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfrjo6EvI/AAAAAAAAABc/WrCP_HOzwUU/s1600-h/wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfrjo6EvI/AAAAAAAAABc/WrCP_HOzwUU/s320/wall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395651144323826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfrzn3UXI/AAAAAAAAABk/dH5rds7q2D4/s1600-h/urban+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfrzn3UXI/AAAAAAAAABk/dH5rds7q2D4/s320/urban+sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395655434916210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6704806399149930270-5102120483885491889?l=jburgbacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5102120483885491889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6704806399149930270&amp;postID=5102120483885491889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/5102120483885491889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/5102120483885491889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-bored-so-i-did-this.html' title='i got bored so i did this'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHYfqwrqNpI/AAAAAAAAABE/IvtnHxIdM6c/s72-c/elephant+sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-4909662399789667397</id><published>2008-07-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:23:42.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more rambelings</title><content type='html'>so i have been designing some stuff lately and one of my old friends saw it and thought it was really good, and one of them looked like it should be a cover of a children's book. well she is sending me the book she wrote and yeah i may work on some stuff for her. who knows this could be my foot in the door...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6704806399149930270-4909662399789667397?l=jburgbacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4909662399789667397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6704806399149930270&amp;postID=4909662399789667397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/4909662399789667397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/4909662399789667397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-rambelings.html' title='more rambelings'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-6944502876212213756</id><published>2008-07-02T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:49:07.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So kids camp was last week... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intense let me tell ya. So my last post was about how we love others and how I feel we as christians have become unchristian. But God spoke to me at kids camp like this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a counselor at kids camp, I had five boys in my cabin. Wyatt, Austin, John, Zach, and another John. Kids are amazing. So last Wednesday was the first day of camp, now mind you the only kid in my cabin i knew was wyatt and that is because his older brother is in the youth group and he has come out on monday nights to play football with the youth guys. Now Zach is a great kid, and God used him to teach me a lesson. Zach is going into the fourth grade. When we meet he was in the cabin and had his Garfield stuffed animal out unpacking his things. So the day goes on and we do some team building stuff and I still don't really know the boys in my cabin because the team building stuff is for the kids to get to know each other. So Wednesday night comes around and we have a service. Now Pastor Bill our children's pastor at Hope preaches on what a Freedom Fighter is and how we can be a Freedom Fighter for Christ. At the end of his sermon the counselors were supposed to pray for the kids. So I start to pray for Zach, and he just comes in and gives me this big hug. So I get done praying for him and he just sits on my lap and puts his arm around me. And thats when it hit. The story from Matthew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Matthew 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23728" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?"&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23729" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;He called a little child and had him stand among them.&lt;span id="en-NIV-23730" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. &lt;span id="en-NIV-23731" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23732" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;"And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. &lt;span id="en-NIV-23733" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23734" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;"Woe to the world because of the things that cause people to sin! Such things must come, but woe to the man through whom they come! &lt;span id="en-NIV-23735" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;If your hand or your foot causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life maimed or crippled than to have two hands or two feet and be thrown into eternal fire. &lt;span id="en-NIV-23736" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;And if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Parable of the Lost Sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23737" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;"See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.&lt;sup style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2018:1-11&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-23737a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; line-height: 6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So Zach is still sitting on my lap and God says to me "Love like a child". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; line-height: 6px;"&gt;And at first that sounds really stupid, but think about for a second. Here I was, with a child on my lap who i had just meet and he was clinging to me. The love of a child. everything i could do to not cry at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; line-height: 6px;"&gt;But then at the end of the week one of the boys in my cabin cried that camp was over. John K cried because he wasn't going to see me or the other two boys from Hope for a whole year. John had just meet us three days earlier, and was so sad that he would not be able to see us. That got me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; line-height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; line-height: 6px;"&gt;Everything that I have been feeling and dealing with the last couple months brought me to that point with God for him to just whisper to me "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LOVE LIKE A CHILD&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; line-height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; line-height: 6px;"&gt;My prayer for us is that we start to realize how much like children we must become. May we realize that we must love our neighbor, and that our neighbor is ANYONE in need. May realize that Jesus does love us, and may we accurately reflect that to a world that is hurting and just wants to be loved......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6704806399149930270-6944502876212213756?l=jburgbacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6944502876212213756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6704806399149930270&amp;postID=6944502876212213756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/6944502876212213756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/6944502876212213756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-kids-camp-was-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-2359703009938786060</id><published>2008-06-24T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:45:56.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>so life&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life happens at different paces sometimes, and right now for me life is at a running pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i graduated from may 17th. that was just a month ago but so much has happened since then it is ridiculous. i have two jobs now. it is crazy between the two and trying to balance that out. i work at hollister-the clothing store- and it is a blast! i love the people i work with. they are awesome. one big reason why i love them is because they are themselves in and out. they are not fake or anything. they are who they are. then i work at a tanning place which is nice cause its a very chill environment- and i like chill. and now i have a girlfriend who is amazing. she is so good to me- = ). but on others notes.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what me and God have been going thru the last couple months really ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matthew 5: 16-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-23251" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;This shows us that we need to be the light to people. We are supposed to be the ones people come to when they have problems and issues, not the ones the run from for fear of judgment, or hypocrisy or fear that we will go around and tell people. I mean lets look at another passage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John 8-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-26372" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;But Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26373" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26374" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group &lt;span id="en-NIV-26375" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;and said to Jesus, "Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26376" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?"&lt;span id="en-NIV-26377" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;   But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26378" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, "If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her." &lt;span id="en-NIV-26379" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-26380" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. &lt;span id="en-NIV-26381" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;Jesus straightened up and asked her, "Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-26382" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;"No one, sir," she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;      "Then neither do I condemn you," Jesus declared. "Go now and leave your life of sin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When did we as Christians become unchristian? When did we take it upon ourselves to judge others? Have we removed ourselves from the scriptures that much? Have we forgotten what Jesus said in Luke? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Luke 6: 37-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-25176" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;"Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. &lt;span id="en-NIV-25177" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-25178" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;39&lt;/span&gt;He also told them this parable: "Can a blind man lead a blind man? Will they not both fall into a pit? &lt;span id="en-NIV-25179" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;A student is not above his teacher, but everyone who is fully trained will be like his teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-25180" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;41&lt;/span&gt;"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? &lt;span id="en-NIV-25181" class="sup" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;42&lt;/span&gt;How can you say to your brother, 'Brother, let me take the speck out of your eye,' when you yourself fail to see the plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus was physically here in this room what would He say to you and me about how we act and treat people? Would He say well done my good and faithful servant, or would he treat us as he did those in the temple? I mean seriously; how do you look at other people? Do you judge them to make yourself feel better because you can say well at least im not like so and so who does -fill in the blank- ya know. Show me just once when Jesus judged someone for their sin. But the thing is you cant because he never did. He would tell them your sins are forgiven go and sim no more. Why cant we as modern christians pick up on that attitude and say to people " God loves you just the way you are, but He loves you too much to stay that way" and then help them deal with their issues as we deal with ours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Church wasnt just meant for all the christians to come together and hang out two or three times a week. But it was a time when christians could come together and encourage one another as they went thru the week. the early church and early christians would walk around and pray for people in the streets, and people would be healed or delivered or whatever the case was, God was there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this is a total side note-but still needs to be addressed-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When did we start to think that people had to come to church to take care of their problems or issues. When did we say that worship was three songs that persist of verse,chorus,verse,verse chorus-next song? When did we limit God to only move in that allotted time? When did people start to care more about what time they got out of church, more than they cared about church its self. When did we put God in a box. And we cant say that we haven't. We think God has to work a certain way and act in such a way. We think that we can wrap our brains around the God who created everything that is and ever was with just speaking. I'm sorry but if i can wrap my finite brian around a God, then we are in a world of hurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.......but that is my two sense or really more like five dollars worth i guess but whatev, its just what i have been going thru....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6704806399149930270-2359703009938786060?l=jburgbacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2359703009938786060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6704806399149930270&amp;postID=2359703009938786060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/2359703009938786060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/2359703009938786060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/2008/06/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-1605223044002480387</id><published>2008-03-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:51:53.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so yesterday i got mad and punched a lockers and hit them six times total. and yeah that means i think i have a boxer's fracture. which is great. my knuckle is all swollen and dis-colored and when you touch it you can feel stuff move underneath it is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6704806399149930270-1605223044002480387?l=jburgbacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1605223044002480387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6704806399149930270&amp;postID=1605223044002480387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/1605223044002480387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6704806399149930270/posts/default/1605223044002480387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jburgbacher.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-so-yesterday-i-got-mad-and-punched.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-8642482568045834911</id><published>2008-03-10T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:00:17.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to someone and having to say your wrong is a crappy thing to have to do&lt;br /&gt;but i have to go do that..... awesome i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: it went better than expected, but still having to say your wrong is hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12672397603804160597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/SHfiatJGbpI/AAAAAAAAABs/5fo277nXDVo/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6704806399149930270.post-9058534758357694323</id><published>2008-03-06T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:48:41.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here it goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/R9Cd6ZCGrFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QQ3s_BiBZr0/s1600-h/Untitled-r+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hSJPHSxPv8/R9Cd6ZCGrFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QQ3s_BiBZr0/s320/Untitled-r+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174809598326385746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here it goes........ for me this is a place to vent and just clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;so its gonna be a fun ride. and we will enjoy it together. ok so i got bored in class today so i did this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way im on facebook as well as http://www.myspace.com/jburgbacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary entry for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="def_word"&gt;Ring Butt&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="def_thumbs"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;       &lt;div class="def_p"&gt;          &lt;p&gt;The undesirable outcome from sitting on a toilet for to long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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