<?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-7862214878443391291</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:37:08.369-07:00</updated><category term='Postmodernism'/><category term='Nirvana'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Bach'/><category term='T-Pain'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>life from 5'8" off the ground</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.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-7862214878443391291.post-2327811547462141950</id><published>2010-05-02T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:50:44.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Personal Kissing Booth!!!</title><content type='html'>Im going to give you three links:&lt;br /&gt;The First is to a JesusCulture song: http://tiny.cc/us0f9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, To a David Crowder*Band song: http://tiny.cc/wjaia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thirdly, a blog by the original writer: http://tiny.cc/oilg5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue here is the lyrics "heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss/unforseen kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. &lt;br /&gt;Theologically, "sloppy wet kiss" paints the wrong picture of Christs' penal substitutionarey atonement for us...(mainly the fact that nothing Christ does is sloppy) and the fact that sloppy doesnt fit the rythmic syncopation with its 1 less syllable. &lt;br /&gt;"Unforseen kiss," however, is both logically and theologically the better choice...(something about how the Jews did not expect the Christ to come as a servant and the picture that Ephesians 5 paints a.k.a. Christ as our husband taking us into himself while we didnt deserve it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post is more than just correcting what i see as an issue in my circle of influence...&lt;br /&gt;To my worship leader coherts, &lt;br /&gt;neither lyric is better than the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unforseen Kiss" is my prefered version&lt;br /&gt;But "sloppy wet kiss," especially when the writer explains the context and meaning, certianly isnt anything heretical or wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What our job is to look at our audience, and decide what would be most edifying to that body. &lt;br /&gt;I would argue that there are few bodys int he DFW areea that will take "sloppy" over unforseen&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the issue in more indie and artsy communties like the Northwest or the UK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is. with all this kissing going on, wheres MY action???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-2327811547462141950?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/2327811547462141950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862214878443391291&amp;postID=2327811547462141950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/2327811547462141950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/2327811547462141950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-own-personal-kissing-booth.html' title='My Own Personal Kissing Booth!!!'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-269501082445885003</id><published>2010-04-23T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:07:40.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you deserve?</title><content type='html'>Ok. &lt;br /&gt;so i love Law and Order. &lt;br /&gt;Specifically i love Law and Order: SVU(Special Victims Unit)&lt;br /&gt;I like tough moral decisions paired with puzzles. Now, it's no House M.D., but its good. (Like anyone could even compare anything to House! HA!)&lt;br /&gt;But. &lt;br /&gt;Law and Order, much like the judical system itself, has at its very core, this idea of "deserve". &lt;br /&gt;I'm careful in my word choice for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1)because the topic of justice is the flip side of the issue and has a million things already written on it. &lt;br /&gt;2)the topic of justice is doomed to fail anyway. Christ isnt fair and neither is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i've found is that a real issue in most peoples issues with other people or life itself, is that they think they "deserve" something other than whats happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. &lt;br /&gt;The reason this is interesting is because this idea of deserve is a inherently bias idea. The scale is automatically tipped in your favor because...well...your selfish. Some people may indeed say that with pride(indeed, how else can they say it?) and see no problem with the issue. But i feel confident in the conclusion that if they have no problem with being inherently selfish, they are not saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but we're missing the point. &lt;br /&gt;The point is this. You may think you deserve a good husband/wife or good job, good education, a second chance, a free meal, or even respect from people in a 20 foot radius. &lt;br /&gt;Sadly. You dont&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you were concieved, you had something that David calls "inequity". In short, its a hopeless bending of your soul to be selfish and sinful. &lt;br /&gt;So. Every second your alive, you breath with your sinful mouth into your sinful lungs that oxygenates your sinful blood so that you may continue sinning all the marrier. With that reality in mind, its easy to conclude that you deserve absolutely nothing in any way, shape or form. &lt;br /&gt;IN FACT&lt;br /&gt;every breath, no matter how labored, painful or shallow, is Gods absolute mercy and grace. &lt;br /&gt;So. If i may challenge who ever reads this. to take the word deserve out of your vocaulary and toss it where IT deserves to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-269501082445885003?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/269501082445885003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862214878443391291&amp;postID=269501082445885003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/269501082445885003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/269501082445885003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-deserve.html' title='what do you deserve?'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-3138985526610235782</id><published>2010-04-21T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:21:15.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should so be reading instead of this right now</title><content type='html'>I've kept saying that ill start this again soon. &lt;br /&gt;So i guess soon is now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I catch you up with all thats happened? No&lt;br /&gt;Am i going to? No...kinda&lt;br /&gt;Ok so when i left it was fall 2008. To be quite honest, 2008 was the most enjoyable year of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2009 hit...and i chuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to communicate a chuckle via blog, (other than to tell you that Im currently chuckling) so i'll just reserve my right to tell you that all i can do when i think about 2009 is chuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a chuckle? Well, lets look at a chuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not really indicative of anything is it? It could be the result of something funny, or something awkward, maybe something infuriating, something ironic, something false, something SO false that its funny and makes someone furious and makes the rest of the conversation awkward which is all kind of ironic. &lt;br /&gt;So. A chuckle it is. Most likely because things could not have looked worse from the middle of 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life didn't end when June 2009 hit did it? &lt;br /&gt;No it did not.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here we sit in April 2010 and it is remarkably different than 2009&lt;br /&gt;Some examples...&lt;br /&gt;Im back in school-yippee!&lt;br /&gt;I got a sweet job that pays a lot that allows me to go to school. &lt;br /&gt;I moved into an apartment off campus. &lt;br /&gt;and a whole lot other things thats happened that make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats where my mind has been these past few nights. &lt;br /&gt;Now the concept of happy is so baffling to me. I know empirically that i like to be happy. I also know that i dont want to be unhappy. but other than that, what constitutes happiness? Who can ever be happy when you look at the world with all its pain and hurt and suffering? &lt;br /&gt;But it happens doesnt it? Something distracts you for an hour, maybe a day or two, and in those few moments, you are happy. Well the conclusion of that process is that happiness isnt a good thing.(been there, done that, possiblyhadanexistentialbreakdownbecauseofit.)&lt;br /&gt;So obviously Im looking at this wrongly. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the time i update this next i can have an answer for myself. &lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-3138985526610235782?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/3138985526610235782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862214878443391291&amp;postID=3138985526610235782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/3138985526610235782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/3138985526610235782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-should-so-be-reading-instead-of-this.html' title='i should so be reading instead of this right now'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-1499121730994820887</id><published>2010-04-01T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:21:45.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-1499121730994820887?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/1499121730994820887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862214878443391291&amp;postID=1499121730994820887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/1499121730994820887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/1499121730994820887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/2010/04/whoaaa.html' title='Whoaaa'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-8012771944551691068</id><published>2008-09-16T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:15:31.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts at work 9-17-08</title><content type='html'>this a new experiment im going to try. &lt;br /&gt;im going to leave this open all day. and jot down all the random thoughts that float into my head throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully by the time i finish there will be something resembling a neat idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:31am&lt;br /&gt;when i was in youth group, i was kind of sold this idea that as soon as you figured out how to be a good christian, you'd experience this thing called "sanctification" which was pitched to me and my com-padres as the process of getting all the junk out of your life so that you wouldn't have any more problems. This process would take at the most a couple years and you would come out smelling like new enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;about 8 years into this, i don't think the end of this whole sanctification thing is any where near being completed. In fact i think that its actually gotten harder. &lt;br /&gt;In youth group its easy to hide behind unneeded drama from other people, or hide behind your parents or even  your age, but as a young adult, you have little-to-no excuses when it comes to the junk in your life.&lt;br /&gt;lack of faith, selfish ambition, pride that basically says "im smarter than God" and all the usual sins you struggled with in high school. &lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;the things that once made you completely happy now seem so very useless.&lt;br /&gt;but then there are these times. so very random times. they come and they bring this kind of contentment that serve as a kind of re-charging for me. It kind of serves to say, hey, it really is worth everything you put in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:24am&lt;br /&gt;people need to not be so rude to the people that serve them their food.&lt;br /&gt;you never know what kind of "dressing" or "garnish" you might get once you've chewed them out about the quality of the cereal we have.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:40am&lt;br /&gt;people complain&lt;br /&gt;alot&lt;br /&gt;and that might very well be the original nature of blogging (which might make this paragraph a lil bit of my hypocrisy)&lt;br /&gt;this guy comes in an is just not happy with anything. the color on the walls, the bitterness/sweetness of the coffee, my total lack to fall at his feet in servant-hood, everything.&lt;br /&gt;now this man has both legs. both arms. no physical ailments. He has on a tie with nice shoes.&lt;br /&gt;he has a voice to talk with and ears to lisen, eyes to see and a mind to think&lt;br /&gt;he also has money to buy an expensive latte with.&lt;br /&gt;so why such a sour attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm&lt;br /&gt;almost done here.&lt;br /&gt;and now im starting to get tired and home is looking all the more better.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if when your dying. you get this feeling only x1 million. &lt;br /&gt;home. finally. now i can rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:59pm&lt;br /&gt;im outie 5000 &lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-8012771944551691068?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/8012771944551691068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862214878443391291&amp;postID=8012771944551691068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/8012771944551691068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/8012771944551691068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts-at-work-9-17-08.html' title='random thoughts at work 9-17-08'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-3539484592777993115</id><published>2008-09-02T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:59:21.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better late than never or everyone else is doing it so why the heck not.</title><content type='html'>well i think the last time i updated this thing was like before the summer. &lt;br /&gt;sooooooo&lt;br /&gt;we went to padre&lt;br /&gt;-it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;i took summer school&lt;br /&gt;-not so awesome&lt;br /&gt;best summer that i can remember&lt;br /&gt;-yes&lt;br /&gt;school started&lt;br /&gt;-pretty gay&lt;br /&gt;people going away. ie: Africa/Uruguay/Dallas&lt;br /&gt;-also (but much more) gay&lt;br /&gt;but all in all  i think i can say that this summer will forever be "the good ol' days" from here on out&lt;br /&gt;the good ol days were awesome&lt;br /&gt;now that the real world has come and gave way to the days shortly after "the good ol' days" i think its alot easier that i had previously thought.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica went to south america to study down there. &lt;br /&gt;so far shes having an amazing time, except a minor bump on the head(literally) &lt;br /&gt;but before that Clayton hopped a plane to South Africa to spread the gospel to people who may not live to see tomorrow. I am extremely glad that he is there doing the work he's doing. What a better way to fulfill God's call than to actually do it. &lt;br /&gt;Then katie and kaitlin packed their cars full and headed back to the DevilBaptistUniveristy. Oh sorry DALLAS Baptist University. :D. Silly me. &lt;br /&gt;While me and michael hanging back in funky town to learn greek and the bible and such.&lt;br /&gt;With everyone in their respective places we started school (and some started to subsequently die of over-schooling) and started to live life as normal as one can with a packed schedule.&lt;br /&gt;I myself started working over 30 hours a week while taking only 6 hours of school, the latter will hopefully pay for the former. While i hate not taking as many hours. its literally the only debt free way i can pay for school, so i resolved to work god-awful early hours and later night than normal. &lt;br /&gt;all the working has kind of kept me from deep thinking&lt;br /&gt;which may or may not be a bad thing, but it still deprives you of some kind of morality or spiritual lesson in this specific encounter. (which also may or may not be a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final thought &lt;br /&gt;summer was amazing&lt;br /&gt;school is obligatory but rewarding&lt;br /&gt;while i miss my friends. i am so happy that they each are where God wants them to be, doing what God wants them to be doing. and to be mad at that is kind of like challenging Elijah to a cook off. if you get my drift. &lt;br /&gt;but day by day im starting to realize all these pockets of pride and selfishness in my life, and while purging said pockets  does not produce a happy steven, it produces a better, more Christ-like steven. and if this school year only does that, its going to be a good school year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós good fellow ;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-3539484592777993115?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-8217338406837102725</id><published>2008-06-12T01:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:02:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pigeon holed</title><content type='html'>ok so being a 20 something in college is a pretty generic thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;and i was so sure that i would be so happy being a group that was associated with being healthier, more eco-friendly, smarter and all around better. but the flipside to that is that while being all these things, we are stuck in something that i dont want to be apart of.&lt;br /&gt;conjure up a normal 20 something in your head&lt;br /&gt;ipod-check&lt;br /&gt;laptop-check&lt;br /&gt;cool haircut/hat-chcek&lt;br /&gt;name brand everything-check&lt;br /&gt;indie rocker/hip hop gangster/pop diva/metal head-check&lt;br /&gt;no respect for anyone else-check&lt;br /&gt;arrogant-check&lt;br /&gt;know it all-check&lt;br /&gt;and my biggest beef with it all...&lt;br /&gt;unable to think for two minutes without breaking down-check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see as people born somewhere in the 80's we grew up with the leisure of the 90's and the accessibility of the 00's. everything was done for us. our parents made sure we got a good future with few problems(except the massive debt from school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has this done for my generation? &lt;br /&gt;crippled it&lt;br /&gt;i strike up a conversation with people and when it gets to a point where we disagree, two things happen. 1) they end the conversation in a fit saying that i cant tell them what is right or wrong because who am i to judge them on anything OR 2) they  get mad at the fact that what we are in fact arguing about, isn't important to anything and that its a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are a people that are so blinded by the lie of tolerance that when a problem comes up, we fall apart. so what if we disagree? we need to work it out through conversation and thought. not throw it away like table scraps.&lt;br /&gt;this is why i do not like people like tony jones, doug pagitt, rob bell or brian mclauren, they have plenty of ideas, but when confronted with solid evidence proving their idea wrong, they break down and pull out the card of relative truth in which case nothing is wrong and everything is right.&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look i know not everyone will agree with me on everything&lt;br /&gt;and i know that not everything i belive may be the truth&lt;br /&gt;but when you lack the skill to tell me why its not the truth, its not going to help anyone. if you think im wrong, tell me why, dont sit there and tell me why you feel that way, tell me objective truth. dont be a pigeon holed 20 something who cant formulate a thought into words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-8217338406837102725?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/8217338406837102725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862214878443391291&amp;postID=8217338406837102725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/8217338406837102725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/8217338406837102725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/2008/06/pigeon-holed.html' title='pigeon holed'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-163497264873911396</id><published>2008-05-31T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:45:22.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking on feet</title><content type='html'>every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;something just hits you in the face from left field&lt;br /&gt;something you just plain out did not see comming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it may not even be something that, if you saw comming, would upset you. but just the fact that it happened without your knowledge just can get under your skin for a while.&lt;br /&gt;talkingaboutthesamesubject&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was a cat&lt;br /&gt;then i would just pee on everything that was mine, then other cats would know, "hey thats his, we wont mess with that" that'd be nice&lt;br /&gt;but the whole nudity in public and basic grossness of pee blocks me from that fantasy &lt;br /&gt;crap&lt;br /&gt;other than that today was amazing. i actually kicked my shoes off and walked in the greenest grass ive seen in a while. it was nice&lt;br /&gt;spent the evening in a pool with my family.&lt;br /&gt;i felt normal again. if only for a while. it was nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-163497264873911396?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/163497264873911396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-5780413268533114268</id><published>2008-05-29T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:10:00.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stomach aches</title><content type='html'>i think my heart and my stomach are connected in some weird way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. you cant fix me pasta and have me magically fall in love with you, but you'll get close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean that when my heart aches, my stomach tends to hate me. its almost immediate too. im having some relationship problems and like that minute ill get this feeling that i could totally throw up if i wanted to. which is not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a lot of stuff that isnt cool. &lt;br /&gt;like the fact that when people have problems. they dont address them. and that when i should feel content and happy, im the most alone ive been in a long time. or that i cant handle money better than a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craponcrap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-5780413268533114268?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/5780413268533114268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862214878443391291&amp;postID=5780413268533114268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/5780413268533114268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/5780413268533114268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/2008/05/stomach-aches.html' title='stomach aches'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-2276943246269279017</id><published>2008-05-26T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:27:50.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...</title><content type='html'>at the risk of sounding emo, im going to venture a trip into the realm of just talking without a filter for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so im a college student, in the metro plex area&lt;br /&gt;big whoop&lt;br /&gt;i go the college at southwestern in fort worth&lt;br /&gt;thats a select few but still, no big deal&lt;br /&gt;i go to wedgwood baptist church&lt;br /&gt;big chuch, amazing, but way bigger than im use to&lt;br /&gt;i have friends, we hang out, they are amazing&lt;br /&gt;but everyone else has friends as well&lt;br /&gt;so where does the individuality come in? i mean when you look at it i am just a normal dude in dallas, going to college. but when its just me. just me inside my brain, why do i feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;i mean ive delt with this pretty much for the majority of my life. and even in feeling alone, im not the only one. but why, do i always feel so cut off from the ones that i love, and that love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got amazing people surrounding me, almost constantly. but still i cant help but read into every little thing. using it to form this kind of conspiricy theory of how no one actually likes me, but deep down they hate me and want nothing to do with me. &lt;br /&gt;but i still want to believe that none of it is true. &lt;br /&gt;i think it all started when i started having these moments. moments of realization. like id be doing everyday mundane things but then id get a rushing feeling of knowledge of my place in the universe. thats horrible way of explaining it but thats all i got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more like realizing that you in fact exist&lt;br /&gt;and more than half of the time its followed by the realization that i, in fact, suck at life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i go into this selfish pity party, then when i realize that im being selfish, i just sink farther.&lt;br /&gt;the easiest way to pin point when im feeling like this is when i dont go hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;the second i dont show up at your house to hang out. boom. you should know and it sucks cause i know that all i takes are my friends to kind of coax me out of this but when they dont call i just sink that much futher into myself. &lt;br /&gt;well there you go&lt;br /&gt;its 1:30am and im sounding way too emo for my own good&lt;br /&gt;dueces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-2276943246269279017?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/2276943246269279017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862214878443391291&amp;postID=2276943246269279017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/2276943246269279017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/2276943246269279017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok.html' title='ok...'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862214878443391291.post-5182315062087039872</id><published>2008-02-19T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:07:11.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Postmodernism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bach'/><title type='text'>there we go again</title><content type='html'>Ok so i am a student in Ft Worth who is infatuated with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am i completely obsessed with the particles of air that are moved when i put on anytime of cd/cassette/record or mp3 file, i am a student of the craft. Currently majoring in music at the College at Southwestern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important fact about me is that i am a follower of Jesus Christ. This will become more evident when we trek along in our conversations for steadfastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what this is is an attempt to bring people to the realization that music, if used in certain ways can move people into action. When John Lennon died, people reacted. Why? Because his music said something. Not only does his music say something, it says something important, thats why people reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've established that fact, we can move on to the question of this particular blog. Does music describe a generation or does the generation describe the music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana, did Nirvana bring out what was already in place, or did Nirvana put into place what they brought out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Bach bring out what his generation was going through, or did Bach put into place what his generation was going through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Britney Spears and T-Pain expounding on what is already in place in our generation, or are they actually the ones defining our generation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this matter? Because if we can be moved so much by songs and music in general, then we have become a generation that is not strong in anything at all, if Nirvana can establish a sense of "anti-establishment"(which might be a contradiction) and make us buy into it, then we just go off and buy the next matchbox twenty album(which im not hating, those are good guys) then what have we been rooted in? Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862214878443391291-5182315062087039872?l=thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/feeds/5182315062087039872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7862214878443391291&amp;postID=5182315062087039872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/5182315062087039872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7862214878443391291/posts/default/5182315062087039872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepageyouwerelookingfor.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-this-blog-is-about.html' title='there we go again'/><author><name>Steven Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08071136102342320569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mfZrBe_Xf0Y/S8_PVzeE5dI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CbvjkV7iPdo/S220/25541_391355407216_538207216_4364534_1075964_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
