<?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-139519947264478440</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:03:55.823-04:00</updated><category term='pressence'/><category term='race'/><category term='advent'/><title type='text'>imagoeyes</title><subtitle type='html'>The basic reality of God is plain enough. Open your eyes and there it is! By taking a long and thoughtful look at what God has created, people have always been able to see what their eyes as such can't see: eternal power, for instance, and the mystery of his divine being.
                                   trans: Eugene Peterson</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-8959608943156362641</id><published>2010-05-30T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:47:08.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the project house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the new roundy place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WvYYs9b_3sw5zq3htamV8eTcDRJVxreCTS5W8k_jCGY?feat=blogger" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/S__ckNo22tI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Y9JIWRff8cs/s512/Random%20Roundy%20happenings%202010%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-8959608943156362641?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8959608943156362641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/8959608943156362641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/8959608943156362641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-house.html' title='the project house'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/S__ckNo22tI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Y9JIWRff8cs/s72-c/Random%20Roundy%20happenings%202010%20051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-3392164108180024167</id><published>2009-08-10T23:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:41:31.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is man that thou art mindful of him??</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://jrwoodward.net/2009/08/praying-with-eddie-askew-5/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Praying with Eddie Askew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;i found this on J.R.'s blog and thought about the discipline of slowing....for a second :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;div class="postmetadata"&gt;08.09.2009&lt;/div&gt;                               &lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ebsylvester/3488276286/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3643/3488276286_621f842b9a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ebsylvester/3488276286/"&gt;Busy Man. Portrait, Venice, Italy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ebsylvester/"&gt;E. B. Sylvester&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lord, life’s a whirlpool.&lt;br /&gt;So much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I rush around, faster and faster,&lt;br /&gt;intent on today,&lt;br /&gt;this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Never looking beyond the immediate.&lt;br /&gt;My good intentions,&lt;br /&gt;wet and waterlogged,&lt;br /&gt;slide down the plug hole,&lt;br /&gt;gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-5075"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there,&lt;br /&gt;on the blurred edge of vision,&lt;br /&gt;people stand, beckon, call.&lt;br /&gt;So indistinct I can pretend&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see them,&lt;br /&gt;except to myself.&lt;br /&gt;But I rush on.&lt;br /&gt;No time.&lt;br /&gt;Scattering, perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;a little largesse on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Greasing the palm of charity.&lt;br /&gt;My once bright conscience dulled&lt;br /&gt;with tarnished generosity.&lt;br /&gt;Encrusted rust, self-damaging.&lt;br /&gt;My own collecting boxes&lt;br /&gt;full of good intentions,&lt;br /&gt;never cashed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And yet, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;there are moments&lt;br /&gt;when I hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Soft, yet insistent.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, coming,&lt;br /&gt;not from some cloudy heaven&lt;br /&gt;above, beyond,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow centered&lt;br /&gt;in the people I ignore.&lt;br /&gt;And when I take my courage in both hands -&lt;br /&gt;and doing that&lt;br /&gt;means putting down my diary first -&lt;br /&gt;and turn to them,&lt;br /&gt;I find I’ve turned to you.&lt;br /&gt;Among the lonely.&lt;br /&gt;You are the neighbor I ignored.&lt;br /&gt;The injured on the Jericho road.&lt;br /&gt;And when I walk by,&lt;br /&gt;on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;I sidestep love,&lt;br /&gt;and I’m the lonely one,&lt;br /&gt;Self-exiled by my busyness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lord, help me try again.&lt;br /&gt;Find time for others.&lt;br /&gt;Find time for you.&lt;/p&gt; From &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Facing-Storm-Meditations-Prayers-Eddie/dp/0902731300"&gt;Facing the Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-3392164108180024167?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3392164108180024167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-man-that-thou-art-mindful-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/3392164108180024167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/3392164108180024167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-man-that-thou-art-mindful-of.html' title='What is man that thou art mindful of him??'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3643/3488276286_621f842b9a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-913754842934414981</id><published>2009-05-01T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:32:08.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if music tells more about life than we can comprehend</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2534639&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2534639&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2534639"&gt;"Stand by Me" performed by musicians around the world&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user500063"&gt;SKAT&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-913754842934414981?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/913754842934414981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder-if-music-tells-more-about-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/913754842934414981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/913754842934414981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder-if-music-tells-more-about-life.html' title='I wonder if music tells more about life than we can comprehend'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-4704443674792001366</id><published>2009-03-21T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:47:20.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting link to the heart of God</title><content type='html'>http://www.chicagobaptist.org/?action=getpage&amp;amp;page=10314&lt;br /&gt;i hope this works:)&lt;br /&gt;yeah--i know---i'll try anything-with or without info&lt;br /&gt;anyway,What do you think and what is your experience in your neighborhood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-4704443674792001366?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4704443674792001366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-link-to-heart-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/4704443674792001366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/4704443674792001366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-link-to-heart-of-god.html' title='interesting link to the heart of God'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-2711654517570592837</id><published>2009-03-17T08:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:13:53.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeful enough to walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/Sb-T7Ki_6TI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NtOXY-XSZwY/s1600-h/IMG_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/Sb-T7Ki_6TI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NtOXY-XSZwY/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314128729973188914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;May the living God, the risen Lord, and the life-giving Spirit make you strong and brave and hopeful enough to walk where you’re led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if I focus to much on the being led and not enough time being hopeful. Receiving hope is sometimes a hard thing for me-although I so believe that every perfect gift comes from above. Just today-I receive your hope in your way for your path that I'm searching out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-2711654517570592837?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2711654517570592837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/hopeful-enough-to-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/2711654517570592837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/2711654517570592837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/hopeful-enough-to-walk.html' title='hopeful enough to walk'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/Sb-T7Ki_6TI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NtOXY-XSZwY/s72-c/IMG_1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-6913605938939100202</id><published>2009-02-25T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:08:59.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/SaVPPfPjY8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/o7zQvvjiw-A/s1600-h/personal+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/SaVPPfPjY8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/o7zQvvjiw-A/s320/personal+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306734863429362626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've spent quite a lot of time considering the dust of the rabbi as it settled on the disciples as a model for journey and learning from the master and from those that He puts in my way to lead me.(bell influence) These are two of my great friends in the world making some serious dust. Today, through the link on the side, I was challenged on ash wed to consider what I need to lay down as dust in order to collect more from the master. Father, give me the ability to look straight into the dirt, name it, and lay it down-left as dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-6913605938939100202?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6913605938939100202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/dust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/6913605938939100202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/6913605938939100202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/dust.html' title='Dust'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/SaVPPfPjY8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/o7zQvvjiw-A/s72-c/personal+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-3616112465779397013</id><published>2008-12-15T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:33:44.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season of Shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/SUbkms2In5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/gjXUqowkwVc/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/SUbkms2In5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/gjXUqowkwVc/s320/IMG_0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280158966662864786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;As she came riding into town that day, did she think everyone was looking? Did she travel with people that only looked out the corners of their eyes at her? Did she wear some extra clothes and try to smile extra to ease their uneasiness? Today I spoke with a great friend who helps people to see themselves better this time of year, he called it a season of shame. As I wait for the day that we celebrate the messiah's birth, I have started to look into the eyes around me just to see if I can see a little deeper than normal. It seems more often than I care to believe, the eyes contradict the smile on their face. I believe that the journey I'm on and the one I wait for should make me an open receptor for the shame of others and a welcoming hand in a world of isolation. Father, help me to feel what they feel! "Wisdom is shown to be right by it's results"---the one known as a glutton and a drunkard and a friend of sinners---the one for whom we wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-3616112465779397013?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3616112465779397013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/season-of-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/3616112465779397013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/3616112465779397013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/season-of-shame.html' title='A Season of Shame'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/SUbkms2In5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/gjXUqowkwVc/s72-c/IMG_0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-344933834974823578</id><published>2008-12-09T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:56:53.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>String of Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;As I contemplate the position of peace in life and the coming Messiah, I wonder if it is more like those darned old school christmas lights than i want to admit. It seems that I can piece together a few moments or maybe even hours of thinking on whatever is pure then I run into a bad one----the whole thing just goes out. Then I go back and reconsider whatever is lovely and has virtue and the thing twinkles again. Father, help me to make longer strings of seeing your face in the midst of my journey and the strugles of others!! Soooo, am I a mad depresive or has this been your experience??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-344933834974823578?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/344933834974823578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/string-of-lights.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/344933834974823578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/344933834974823578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/string-of-lights.html' title='String of Lights'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-4668043176829706369</id><published>2008-12-03T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:47:30.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More complex times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/STcv2MprpgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/513wDoSCCmI/s1600-h/shabono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/STcv2MprpgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/513wDoSCCmI/s320/shabono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275738096643319298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The Yanomami Shabono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Anita and I were talking about simpler times compared to now. Somehow hunting, fishing, gardening, and building the communal house (pictured) once every 5 years unless there's a bad storm or fire seems to be the deal. Then when it comes down to deciding what not to spend money on, all seems necessary. In this time of waiting in anticipation of messiah come as man, how do we hold firmly to the hope in front of us?? Different people find themselves focused through various disciplines. I like to sit in front of the computer investigating the thoughts of God in the morning (somehow coffee helps:D ) and reading other peoples thoughts on the subject helps. One guy was into setting his watch to alarm every hour to remind him to stop for a minute-I think this would send me for a loop. What do you do to "hold firmly" to the things that are important for you to be considering??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/curtisroundy/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-4668043176829706369?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4668043176829706369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-complex-times.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/4668043176829706369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/4668043176829706369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-complex-times.html' title='More complex times'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/STcv2MprpgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/513wDoSCCmI/s72-c/shabono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-7607246403153090710</id><published>2008-11-30T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:23:41.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and a new perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/STL_NgPggaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/eqiYlb3eZZM/s1600-h/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/STL_NgPggaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/eqiYlb3eZZM/s320/IMG_1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274558721062633890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hath Seen a Great Light!!&lt;br /&gt;“What I learned about relocation in Iraq is what the monastic tradition has known for hundreds of years: sometimes you have to relocate in order to really see the world and re-imagine your role within it. That’s why Antony went to the desert and Francis took to the streets. They knew something was wrong with the church, but they couldn’t see any alternatives from where they were. Their location blinded them, holding their imagination captive. The monastics needed to see the world from a different place if they were going to see it anew. So they moved, and when they did, they started movements. The renewal of the church depended on relocation.” New Monasticism, 76&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day to celebrate hope by the lighting of the first candle. I personally need the street and it's people to be able to see the hope. Without darkness there would be no dawn. I wonder if we-the  church-find our expectation waning in the comfort of familiarity. We have seen the light shine in our hearts and now have grown used to the glow. I find myself living by it and working out of it and rarely looking into it. Today as I watched a lady cry under the influence of the Holy Spirit, I wondered if I need a fresh perspective. Later, as I helped a friend bring a mattress (old, dirty, and still usable) into an apartment, the owner almost in tears, I realized I need to have the perspective of lack in order to have hope.&lt;br /&gt;You don't realize that you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Messiah-&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/139519947264478440-7607246403153090710?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7607246403153090710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope-and-new-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/7607246403153090710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/7607246403153090710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope-and-new-perspective.html' title='Hope and a new perspective'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/STL_NgPggaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/eqiYlb3eZZM/s72-c/IMG_1228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-4122687484975570069</id><published>2008-11-29T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:51:27.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencial Noticing(for Hose)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/STH-wi4uk7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/rUo7yNE3toE/s1600-h/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/STH-wi4uk7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/rUo7yNE3toE/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274276748579476402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A Jew is asked to take a leap of action rather than a leap of thought. He is asked to do more than he understands in order to understand more than he does.” Whereas the term ceremony merely expresses what we think, mitzvah expresses what God wills: a mitzvah [commandment/good deed] is “a prayer in the form of a deed.”abraham heschel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here listening to Heschel's words I notice how appropriate to the season of waiting and noticing - especially to guys like hose that need to be emotionally involved :)Leap - is not the wild eyed plunge of a bad trip but the step of the martyr that understands cost and sees beyond the mechanics. In "noticing" some took me as though I were talking of not engaging. The king, in the day of the coming messiah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;saw through his interpretation and fear of loss rather than thinking about the possibility of intention outside of his human experience. Had he noticed, the act of incarnation would have overpowered him and prevented genocide....but he never noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-4122687484975570069?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4122687484975570069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/experiencial-noticingfor-hose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/4122687484975570069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/4122687484975570069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/experiencial-noticingfor-hose.html' title='Experiencial Noticing(for Hose)'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/STH-wi4uk7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/rUo7yNE3toE/s72-c/IMG_1415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-1473402954256064827</id><published>2008-11-29T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:00:30.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blessings"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So,I was visited by some great friends who happened into my life many years ago now and somehow we have maintained contact. One of them is great with child-well not as great as my wife. It made me think of the season of waiting we're in and how we see waiting through some story book lens rather than maybe as intended. somehow I think waiting should be this island experience where all is bliss and some eternal waiter is about to bring me the gift of my life so I just sit here and sip my fine drink in active expectation. It seems that mary was in a very different situation as a pregnant woman 25 days from her due date. My wife was all done with glowing and on to waiting by speaking that baby right outta there. She walked around constantly and talked constantly about the "fact" that the time had come - this baby needs to come out!! I think I noticed a bigger more generous view of journey toward the good. What does waiting meen for you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139519947264478440-1473402954256064827?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1473402954256064827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/1473402954256064827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/1473402954256064827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessings.html' title='&quot;Blessings&quot;'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139519947264478440.post-2950059795402722027</id><published>2008-11-27T21:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:23:38.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><title type='text'>Noticing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/SS9ibBqh1JI/AAAAAAAAATU/qg_J38BPgK8/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/SS9ibBqh1JI/AAAAAAAAATU/qg_J38BPgK8/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273541905116943506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I wonder sometimes how much healthier (emotionally) I'd be if I just simply noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seeing the world around me as intended rather than as interpreted by MY situation seems to be a better way to live. I thought advent would be a great season to notice. I wonder how things may have worked out for those that decided the coming of the messiah was cause for genocide had they paused and noticed?? Father, help me to notice your hand before I cause harm!! If anyone will come after me they must become as a little child--Messiah&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/139519947264478440-2950059795402722027?l=imagoeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2950059795402722027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/noticing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/2950059795402722027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139519947264478440/posts/default/2950059795402722027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imagoeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/noticing.html' title='Noticing'/><author><name>The Roundy 7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08347433685570292484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/TT96fia5P2I/AAAAAAAABxY/5UdB63GryEw/s220/Random%2BRoundy%2Bhappenings%2B2010%2B455.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfIK4BndjMY/SS9ibBqh1JI/AAAAAAAAATU/qg_J38BPgK8/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
