<?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-7305720366492654097</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:18:08.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.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-7305720366492654097.post-1065218172942459195</id><published>2009-02-24T00:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:44:15.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin' Across the USA</title><content type='html'>i met a couple of guys, a few weeks ago at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. we struck up a conversation as they were telling the people around me about their adventure across the USA. i thought they were joking at first, until they pulled out their business cards...they were all the way serious!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daren started a non-profit organization called the earth expedition (www.theearthexpedition.com). He has already walked from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;georgia&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;canada&lt;/span&gt; in a previous expedition. But this time Brian has joined him to trek from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;georgia&lt;/span&gt;. The purpose of this walk across the country and eventually the world, is to raise awareness for blood-water missions. The purpose of blood water missions is to build water wells all over the world with clean, disease free water. the statistics supporting death due to unclean water is astounding and these two guys in their mid-twenties want to see change! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got the opportunity to take these guys to dinner a couple of days later and really got to understand their purpose. they simply stated that they are apart of something bigger than themselves. it really excited me to see the passion these guys had...to walk across the united states? that's awesome and insane and dangerous! i guess the best thing i took away from listening to their experiences is understanding that God really can change the world with his love! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure if a conversation was started they would be happy to share their faith, but they want clean water...all over the world, so people don't die from something that can be prevented. I believe in this, because I believe that Jesus will change the world through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-1065218172942459195?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1065218172942459195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=1065218172942459195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/1065218172942459195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/1065218172942459195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/walkin-across-usa.html' title='Walkin&apos; Across the USA'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-4959914741825990105</id><published>2009-02-01T22:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:19:16.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new semester, new year, new slate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I have successfully made it through another semester. I had to make a 3.0 to get off of probation and continue on with this program. It was very likely that I would have wasted 8 months of my life, but I, by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt; of God, made it! I have already calculated what my GPA for next semester will be according to different possible grades...as you can see, I really pay attention in class. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few semesters, I have struggled early in the semester. It always seems like I start out in a hole and have to dig my way out throughout. This causes stress! I can honestly say there were specific moments in the past two semesters that I had to surrender myself and my grades to the Lord. The problem is that I haven't done this at the beginning of the semester. This year, I have surrendered all of my cares upon the Lord and plan to have a semester filled with less stress. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is a simple and sensual but it's profound to me. I encourage you to do the same with this new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-4959914741825990105?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4959914741825990105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=4959914741825990105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/4959914741825990105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/4959914741825990105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-semester-new-year-new-slate.html' title='new semester, new year, new slate'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-6782437938214205850</id><published>2008-10-19T23:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:58:34.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>adrenaline into your soul</title><content type='html'>It has been a pretty rough semester. The fear of failure rolls through my head daily. I really haven't been reading the word much either, maybe 2-3 times a week. But, I want to share what I read the other night. I will bold and italicize what jumped out to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strip down, start running--and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never quit&lt;/span&gt;! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we're in. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Study how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did it.&lt;/span&gt; Because he never lost sight of where he was headed--that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exhilarating &lt;/span&gt;finish in and with God--he could put up with anything along the way: cross, shame, whatever. And now he's there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hebrews 12:1-4 (Message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I will be reading through the crucifixion from each of the gospels, item by item, in search of adrenaline to my soul...I will not quit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-6782437938214205850?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6782437938214205850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=6782437938214205850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/6782437938214205850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/6782437938214205850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2008/10/adrenaline-into-your-soul.html' title='adrenaline into your soul'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-8059881793227426967</id><published>2008-10-08T12:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:13:08.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunflower seeds</title><content type='html'>Thinking back to the days of my youth, as long as I can remember, I have loved me some sunflower seeds. I remember my dad and I eating meals on seeds during double headers so we could drive home without having to stop for food. I was taught at an early age how to de-seed and spit with large amounts in my my mouth. I really haven't thought about it in a long time, it's just kind of second nature (or as they call it in rehabilitation sciences, muscle memory). However, I indeed was taught this very tedious skill/art form.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, I was on the opposite end of this. A high school student manager and I were at football practice on when I pulled out my fresh bag of Jim Beam B-B-Q flavored seeds (if you haven't tried these, you must before the playoffs are over). He asked if he could have some and then asked what to do with them. To the best of my ability, I walked him through the proper technique. By the end of practice, he could even place 10-20 in his mouth at a time with no problem. He even went so far as to ask if flowers were going to grow in his stomach. I assured him no flower could grow without sunlight or in the acidity level of our stomachs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A special thanks to my new friend for making football practice go by a little faster on monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-8059881793227426967?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8059881793227426967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=8059881793227426967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/8059881793227426967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/8059881793227426967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunflower-seeds.html' title='sunflower seeds'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-2756814167143351386</id><published>2008-09-29T23:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:37:15.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ministry</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about what ministry means a lot lately. I don't think it's my own idea, I'm sure I heard it from someone else, but one of the best definitions of ministry I have ever heard and hold to the most is to simply meet the needs of others. I love it because it is different for every person you come in contact with. For one it might be giving them a coat for the winter, for another, words of encouragement, and yet another being the only form of love they recieve. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jesus did ministry, he always met needs first. Jesus healed, then many believed. He fed, then they believed. He died, he rose, then they believed. Jesus understood humanity, because he was human. He knew in order to save souls he must first deal with the present in one's life. I strive to meet the needs of the individual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like my ministry is teaching and for the longest time, I wanted it to be so bad. However, over the past few years I have come to understand that I can do ministry by being what someone else needs me to be for them. And now, I am excited to be just that! Jesus will do the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-2756814167143351386?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/2756814167143351386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=2756814167143351386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/2756814167143351386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/2756814167143351386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2008/09/ministry.html' title='ministry'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-8872223339017052696</id><published>2008-09-16T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:08:20.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>simple act of giving</title><content type='html'>There is a student where I work, one of my buddies, who has always impressed me. I recall the first time I met him, noticing a crack in his glasses running down the middle of his left eye (can you imagine basically being cross-eyed in one eye?). He's never complained or even acted like his glasses bothered him. No, he just deals with it. His mom  raises him, his brothers, and sisters by herself and works hard to support them, but I don't guess a new pair of glasses are feasible...until today! Our trainer was instructed by the head football coach to take him to the eye doctor, get a new prescription, and to buy him any pair of glasses he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have taken him to Wal-Mart and gotten a free pair of frames from the lion's club or asked a booster member to help out or just acted like he didn't notice. But, he wanted to give! Coach S understands the joy of giving! It seemed so natural to him. He definitely did not do it for recognition and made sure those were really the glasses the kid wanted, because he thought the price was low (they are not cheap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh man, was this student excited! I've never seen the kid smile this way as he explained what his new NIKE glasses are going to look like when he picks them up tomorrow! Complete joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a great story from biblical literature to inner tie with this story, but I did see Jesus through Coach S! He showed love to this kid for no reason, except for to love him. And I don't know anyone more deserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see T's new glasses tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-8872223339017052696?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8872223339017052696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=8872223339017052696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/8872223339017052696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/8872223339017052696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-act-of-giving.html' title='simple act of giving'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-7334174524677250476</id><published>2008-09-03T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:01:58.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the word, alive</title><content type='html'>These words came alive to me in my bedroom last night! I have noticed over the past year or two that the message really compliments my bible reading. To be real honest, I haven't been reading much lately and have been feeling very apathetic. However, last night I suddenly got the urge to read and picked up where I had left off from a couple of weeks ago. This really spoke to me about not being given up on and how God's word is not bound to jail, my bedroom, or simply words being on a page. These words reassured me how alive my God and his word is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fix this picture firmly in your mind: Jesus, descended from the line of David, raised from the dead. It's what you've heard from me all along. It's what I'm sitting in jail for right now, but God's Word isn't in jail! That's why I stick it out here so that everyone God calls will get in on the salvation of Christ in all its glory. This is a sure thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we die with him, we'll live with him;&lt;br /&gt;If we stick it out with him, we'll rule with him;&lt;br /&gt;If we turn our backs on him, he'll turn his back on us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we give up on him, he does not give up--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for there's no way he can be false to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 2:8-13 (message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;please share with me your thoughts&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-7334174524677250476?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7334174524677250476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=7334174524677250476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/7334174524677250476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/7334174524677250476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-alive.html' title='the word, alive'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-6115901732613068678</id><published>2008-08-21T02:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:50:55.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what do I deserve?</title><content type='html'>This is a question I have been contemplating for some time now. I know spiritually I deserve hell, eternal damnation. One sin separates me from the holiness of God. I should have eternal separation from the creator. But because of a servant leader who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chose&lt;/span&gt; death (Jesus was not killed, he gave his life), I graciously  receive the perfect gift of salvation. But as far as &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; life, what do I deserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve to have this computer I am typing on? Not any more than anyone else does. So, why am I blessed with even non-necessities? It's stuff like this I don't understand. My parents have always been supportive of everything I do and encourage me to chase my dreams. Some parents are absent from their children's lives and others are present but abusive mentally, physically, and emotionally. I get the best, someone else gets the worst. Its not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only rationale I can make in my head is, it's God's sovereign plan. So, instead of beating my self down about the things I have (way more than I need), I am thankful to the God of all creation who gives...and takes away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-6115901732613068678?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/6115901732613068678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=6115901732613068678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/6115901732613068678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/6115901732613068678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-i-deserve.html' title='what do I deserve?'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-979684422071779245</id><published>2008-08-08T22:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:31:42.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>08.08.08</title><content type='html'>Days like today are always interesting because I know it can happen only once a year. However, today is extra special to me because of the opening ceremonies of the XXIX olympiad. As I sit here and watch these amazing athletes march into the stadium, I see that for this moment, the world has a bit of unity. I see this and I have hope, hope for unity and hope for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the breaks, Exxon Mobile advertised their dream of providing malaria relief in Africa by distributing bed nets and medications. The commercial stated they will not be satisfied until these necessities are available to every family. Wow! they don't just want to look good by doing good, they want life change for everyone in Africa! Dreams such as these are what changes the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled to have the opportunity to watch the olympics over the course of the next two and a half weeks. I sure hope these olympics will provide the Chinese theme of harmony among the athletes, who are highly regarded in every nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Chinese make the final entrance of the night, a 9 year old boy accompanied Yao Ming as he toted the flag of China. This boy was affected by the earthquake this past May that killed 70,000 people. This young boy exited his class free of harm, then returned to the class room to rescue two of his class mates. He was asked why he went back and he claimed he was a hall monitor and class leader...he had to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the games begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-979684422071779245?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/979684422071779245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=979684422071779245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/979684422071779245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/979684422071779245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='08.08.08'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-1423681099847211830</id><published>2008-07-27T23:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:52:12.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>anatomy dissection morgue?</title><content type='html'>May 28, 2008: My first day of Gross Anatomy. We began the day by taking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-test, which will potentially be similar to the eventual final exam. Dr. Smith just wanted to see what we already knew. After this grueling 100 question exam that really made me second guess my decision to go to grad. school, it was off to the Anatomy lab...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew going into this thing we were going to dissect cadavers, but I did not know what to expect. As the 150 or so students started making their way down to the lab, it was dead quiet (no pun intended) going down the stair well to the basement. I was simply following the crowd when I looked up and saw a sign "Anatomy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morgue &lt;/span&gt;Dissection Lab" pointing straight ahead. Now, did they really have to encompass the word "Morgue" on this sign? If I their was anything calm within me at this point, it was then gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went by the list of what "tank" I would be at and my name was not on the list. The closest thing to my name was Brenda Simpson. After much debate, I decided I would to go to this tank and see if one of my relatives was there. And if not, I would know the teacher had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miswritten&lt;/span&gt; my name? I waited until the last possible minute, put my latex gloves on and walked into the "morgue." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I made my way to tank 17, The smell of alcohol and formaldehyde filled my nostrils. The room seemed a bit hazy and was freezing cold. Once again, the room was silent, until Dr. Smith started giving instructions on how to raise the body up from the cow trough like metal tank, without getting splashed. As we opened the top, raised the body, and removed the covering from our cadaver, several students around the room passed out from the sight (my group took it like champs). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, when the initial shock ceased, we took care of some sanitary precautions and learned how to treat our cadaver with the utmost respect. As we were getting ready to leave, our teacher made one final announcement to the class:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good luck not having a dream about your cadaver tonight!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-1423681099847211830?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1423681099847211830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=1423681099847211830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/1423681099847211830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/1423681099847211830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2008/07/anatomy-dissection-morgue.html' title='anatomy dissection morgue?'/><author><name>B. Simp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036432804861806644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGjWjTDskJ4/SIzx4GkkmOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hj8EUHOgqpk/S220/IMG_0165.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7305720366492654097.post-7244921502422839887</id><published>2008-07-27T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:26:56.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>church shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I have found myself in another new city, which means finding a new church, friends, and your way around town. It's not hard to find a church in Lubbock, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tx&lt;/span&gt;, but to find one to be a part of is. Ever since I have been back from Ct, it has been hard to go back to church, not because central pub was the best, but because we were a group of sinners trying to love Jesus and I felt like everyone was real!   I visited a new church this morning. Ironically the pastor of this church plant here in Lubbock discussed the vision of the church. He dreamed of going over seas or to the north somewhere to start this church, but then decided there was plenty of people to reach in Lubbock. The main vision of this church called "Experience Life" is to reach those who have either been hurt by the church or haven't had a good experience in church. They meet at a skating rink because they would rather send money to the homeless than build a church and they do service projects monthly. I really liked the vision they have and the passion of the pastor. I believe this will be a place I will definitely visit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adriene&lt;/span&gt; and I visited a more traditional church on the second half of our two-a-days. It was cool too, but definitely different than the first we visited. The people weren't very welcoming (except for the 6 or so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adriene&lt;/span&gt; randomly new). But it was a large church and it didn't seem like many people new each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I haven't been to a church yet where God split open the sky and said, "you should worship here!" but I will keep looking...it's bound to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7305720366492654097-7244921502422839887?l=bryan-simpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7244921502422839887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7305720366492654097&amp;postID=7244921502422839887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/7244921502422839887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7305720366492654097/posts/default/7244921502422839887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryan-simpson.blogspot.com/2008/07/church-shopping.html' title='church shopping'/><author><name>B. 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