<?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-7903315</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:22:51.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>necrotic matriculation</title><subtitle type='html'>Please feel free to patronize, ridicule or join me in the search for genuine authenticity in what is hopefully developing into a truly transparent walk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>336</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-116112690762992906</id><published>2006-10-17T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:15:07.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to convert or not...</title><summary type='text'>anybody try out the beta version of blogger...?just wonderin' the advantages...if any...anywho...i gave it a whirl, but don't know if i should convert...http://deadlee1.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/116112690762992906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=116112690762992906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/116112690762992906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/116112690762992906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-convert-or-not.html' title='to convert or not...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-116084306933215118</id><published>2006-10-14T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:24:29.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all our resonations</title><summary type='text'>i've attempted this several times now. nothing to show for the tries so far. i've always had a time tryin' to conquer the vast white that covers the posting page in which i type this message.things are well. dw rolls on, entertaining to some, ministering to others &amp; giving purpose to all. we live for this.the anxiety pre-show always kills, but never ceases to be slaughtered by the exhilaration of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/116084306933215118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=116084306933215118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/116084306933215118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/116084306933215118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-our-resonations.html' title='all our resonations'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-115152060324420920</id><published>2006-06-28T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:17:32.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beckoning...</title><summary type='text'>3 hrs out from takin' the kids to see superman returns &amp; i find myself unable to sleep, even tho i'm in smack in the middle of my rotation of working graveyard &amp; have only managed a couple of hrs sleep since i got off this am...no matter...my head swims &amp; it almost feels as if i don't get this out, the ol' gray matter will cease to tread water &amp; drown...i love supe'...i mean, who doesn't &amp; what's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/115152060324420920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=115152060324420920' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/115152060324420920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/115152060324420920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/06/beckoning.html' title='beckoning...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-115028174718715249</id><published>2006-06-14T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:51:48.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maranatha</title><summary type='text'>post #333...half way to anti-christ...irony...my new best friend...i'm in a pretty weird place right now. i haven't posted as regularly as i used to, 'cause i'm not really sure if my words would do justice to the experiences. i'm game to give it a shot now, if you feel like reading along.daily i trip along the hallways of my new church. funny thing is, is that it doesn't look like any of my old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/115028174718715249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=115028174718715249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/115028174718715249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/115028174718715249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/06/maranatha.html' title='maranatha'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-115021097003060359</id><published>2006-06-13T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T10:02:50.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gone t-ballin'</title><summary type='text'>the summer's booked...we play 3 tournaments in june &amp; are headed for the world series in july...needless to say, between practices, fundraisers &amp; work they're ain't much time for anything else...perhaps i'll pull a lazareth after july...we'll see...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/115021097003060359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=115021097003060359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/115021097003060359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/115021097003060359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/06/gone-t-ballin.html' title='gone t-ballin&apos;'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114947501690093563</id><published>2006-06-04T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:36:57.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 quotes...</title><summary type='text'>recently i came across a quote that i really like...not so sure that it's true, but it just may be...what do you think...?the only sin is not to love &amp; the only evil is not to care...albert camusor how bout this 1...?we can absolutely believe in absolute truth yet never know it absolutely...mee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114947501690093563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114947501690093563' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114947501690093563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114947501690093563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-quotes.html' title='2 quotes...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114898741148673537</id><published>2006-05-30T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T06:13:02.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>woeful or wonderful...?</title><summary type='text'>existence...condition...2 pretty tame &amp; innocuous words held altogether separate from what becomes a markedly hefty qualifier such as when the word human becomes the precursor to both. some days i see the shell as 1/2 empty @ best &amp; wonder what it's gonna take to bring value to either, while others possess all the hope that the light of day can carry. all too often i'm left wishing to hold the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114898741148673537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114898741148673537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114898741148673537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114898741148673537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/05/woeful-or-wonderful.html' title='woeful or wonderful...?'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114896443118910443</id><published>2006-05-29T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:47:11.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sell dem shakes bro...</title><summary type='text'>so you think you want a piece of ol' patty...you better bring it...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114896443118910443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114896443118910443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114896443118910443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114896443118910443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/05/sell-dem-shakes-bro.html' title='sell dem shakes bro...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114785727933653124</id><published>2006-05-17T03:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:49:21.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 bad seed...</title><summary type='text'>again i'm guilty of being found submerged in my collection of paste back issues...i came across this article on nick cave &amp; found myself once again drawing congruencies where i never would have ever even thought to look...nick's being interviewed in regards to his career &amp; the innerworkings of the creative process...it's a terrible interview to say the least...he's pretty much unable to piece </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114785727933653124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114785727933653124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114785727933653124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114785727933653124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/05/1-bad-seed.html' title='1 bad seed...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114736234663331308</id><published>2006-05-11T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:46:58.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is my song...</title><summary type='text'>if you hadn't picked up on it by now...i'm a pretty odd cat...so you may or may not find it odd that i've spent some bucks on back issues of paste magazine dating back to '03. i'm currently in the jan/feb #3 edition &amp; have to repeatedly ask myself why. why am i reading a rag that's over 3 years old now that's talking about current music of the day? well here it is...it's been a tough row to hoe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114736234663331308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114736234663331308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114736234663331308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114736234663331308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-is-my-song.html' title='my life is my song...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114695737518676024</id><published>2006-05-06T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:16:15.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my new favorite song of all time...</title><summary type='text'>Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful faceDo You Realize - we're floating in space -Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cryDo You Realize - that everyone you know someday will dieAnd instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them knowYou realize that life goes fastIt's hard to make the good things lastYou realize the sun doesn't go downIt's just an illusion caused by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114695737518676024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114695737518676024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114695737518676024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114695737518676024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-new-favorite-song-of-all-time.html' title='my new favorite song of all time...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114633896219585280</id><published>2006-04-29T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:33:56.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insatiably unrelenting</title><summary type='text'>Before I sink into the big sleepI want to hearI want to hearThe scream of the butterflywhen the music's overthe doorsi often wondered what jim meant by that. maybe it's just the byproduct of too many drugs &amp; the insatiably unrelenting appetite for discovery. maybe he was just nuts.either way, my mind isn't free from a moment this past week as am's &amp; i traveled many miles back &amp; forth between the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114633896219585280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114633896219585280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114633896219585280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114633896219585280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/04/insatiably-unrelenting.html' title='insatiably unrelenting'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114579574165048056</id><published>2006-04-23T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T07:35:41.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friends &amp; family beware</title><summary type='text'>nothing like the whole hurry up &amp; wait process...we find ourselves over 500 miles from home, running back &amp; forth to the hospital &amp; just trying to figure out what to do next. the kids have been great, even though they're totally out of routine. we bed down in the living room floor of my folk's house &amp; make the best of what we've got in front of us.meanwhile, back @ the ranch, the venue marches on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114579574165048056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114579574165048056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114579574165048056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114579574165048056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/04/friends-family-beware.html' title='friends &amp; family beware'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114536115429687648</id><published>2006-04-18T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T06:52:34.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>while we cater</title><summary type='text'>the word christian is a noun. i'm of the opinion that folks have been in the wrong-headed practice of using it as something that it was totally not meant for. it's been used abusively as a qualifier that all to often replaces the implicate &amp; desperate need for proper discernment. this leads to the whole hearted acceptance of things that may not be beneficial, not to mention good. i'm a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114536115429687648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114536115429687648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114536115429687648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114536115429687648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/04/while-we-cater.html' title='while we cater'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114523004906484101</id><published>2006-04-16T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:27:29.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>message boards...</title><summary type='text'>some cool stuff goin' down over @ the message boards...check it...posted 4/16 by burnloungerSo, what is Deathway?  When I think of "Christian Rock" by the way, I'm thinkin "Stryper".  Has it morphed into something else since the 80's?  GRANTED, Creed snuck in there, and, now that I actually listen to the lyrics, I can see how some peeps might take that.AND, I am a SUPER fan of "King's X"..   THAT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114523004906484101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114523004906484101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114523004906484101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114523004906484101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/04/message-boards.html' title='message boards...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114488498819561688</id><published>2006-04-12T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T06:02:37.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a great day</title><summary type='text'>the day was not unlike any other.workout, read, think...not necessarily in that order.i'm now finding myself very reminiscent of the past fleeting moments &amp; am yearning to bat them back down from the air, so that i might collect them for future ploddings. funny thing is, that these moments of reflection are filled w/value due to a pretty eclectic collection of readings. 1 day may be very like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114488498819561688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114488498819561688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114488498819561688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114488498819561688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-great-day.html' title='it&apos;s been a great day'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114486354426589629</id><published>2006-04-12T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:39:04.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here goes nothing</title><summary type='text'>the birth of the live experience is an amazing thing. the end of anxiety comes w/the sweet feeling of peace as you finally arrive in the moment. tomorrow nite births the sweet release of anxiety &amp; needless worry. can't wait to just be in the ambiance of the moment. hate myself for getting caught up in the anticipation, but i just don't know if that's something that i'll ever be completely free of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114486354426589629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114486354426589629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114486354426589629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114486354426589629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-goes-nothing.html' title='here goes nothing'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114481189427059609</id><published>2006-04-11T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:18:14.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where i've been...</title><summary type='text'>here's what i've been up to lately...amongst other stuff...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114481189427059609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114481189427059609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114481189427059609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114481189427059609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-ive-been.html' title='where i&apos;ve been...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114415095466627197</id><published>2006-04-04T05:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T06:43:19.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the death of laurels</title><summary type='text'>perspective is everything...i continually struggle to become what i'm should physically, but there's 1 big problem that i keep running in to...it's so much easier to look back &amp; compare my current state w/where i was rather than that w/which i'm attempting to ascribe. this is the beginning of justification through rationalization by seeing the improvement made regardless of starting point. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114415095466627197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114415095466627197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114415095466627197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114415095466627197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/04/death-of-laurels.html' title='the death of laurels'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114401985686472188</id><published>2006-04-02T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T06:41:56.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the search for identity &amp; finding the death of self</title><summary type='text'>w/the folks in town, am's &amp; i took complete advantage of the situation &amp; went out on a date for the 1st time in over 5 years. it was kinda odd to say the least. just to be able to drive out of the driveway w/am's by my side &amp; not having to threaten a wee 1 w/eminent death was refreshingly weird.almost like something big was missing. something like the drudgery of tying your shoes, but then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114401985686472188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114401985686472188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114401985686472188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114401985686472188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/04/search-for-identity-finding-death-of.html' title='the search for identity &amp; finding the death of self'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114328053541099837</id><published>2006-03-25T03:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T03:57:55.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fleas be jumpin'...</title><summary type='text'>saturday 5/13 7pm @ the venue...&amp;&amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114328053541099837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114328053541099837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114328053541099837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114328053541099837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/03/fleas-be-jumpin.html' title='fleas be jumpin&apos;...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114305461844746022</id><published>2006-03-22T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T13:12:12.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stay tuned...</title><summary type='text'>this is oh so close to becoming a reality for us...sat 5/13...stay tuned...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114305461844746022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114305461844746022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114305461844746022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114305461844746022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/03/stay-tuned.html' title='stay tuned...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114302958028959287</id><published>2006-03-22T05:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T06:29:26.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>unrealistically problematic</title><summary type='text'>i've found a new obsession...it's smallville &amp; i know that i'm a late comer, but i've been totally consumed w/this show. it just so happened to garner my attention when my life seemed to parallel the same emotional pulls that the characters on screen where experiencing. they're beautifully flawed, yet continue to struggle &amp; succeed in making it through the programmed hour in spite of their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114302958028959287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114302958028959287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114302958028959287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114302958028959287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/03/unrealistically-problematic.html' title='unrealistically problematic'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114270016618897157</id><published>2006-03-18T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:45:19.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm alive...!?!</title><summary type='text'>the rumors of my demise are greatly exaggerated...i've really been busy w/a lot of stuff as well as everybody else i'm sure...i'm wearing a bunch of different hats lately, but i wouldn't trade my life for all the tea in china...that's really sayin' something, 'cause if you know anything about me, you know that i love me some tea &amp; have been known to drink my body weight in it...lately i've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114270016618897157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114270016618897157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114270016618897157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114270016618897157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-alive.html' title='i&apos;m alive...!?!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114193586796300085</id><published>2006-03-09T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:24:28.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finish the yard...</title><summary type='text'>While he was raking leaves one day, a neighbor asked, “If you knew for certain that Christ Himself were coming back in a half-hour, what would you do?” St. Francis replied, “I’d finish raking the yard.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114193586796300085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114193586796300085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114193586796300085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114193586796300085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/03/finish-yard.html' title='finish the yard...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114168386241218983</id><published>2006-03-06T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:26:07.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped insided my memory</title><summary type='text'>i just love me some joseph arthur...here's some lyrics from his song favorite girl...And if salvation only comes when you fallOh lord It's so hard for me to believe Oh lord I'm still waiting for you to call Oh lord Trapped inside my memory Oh lord i'm thinking now on the movie daredevil &amp; how it's expressed thru dialogue that we can't allow our memories to kill us. it kinda sounded cliche' &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114168386241218983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114168386241218983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114168386241218983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114168386241218983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/03/trapped-insided-my-memory.html' title='trapped insided my memory'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114131810038233994</id><published>2006-03-02T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:50:02.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>save me</title><summary type='text'>i ingested christ last nite.we had communion &amp; i haven't been able to think much on anything else. i remember pondering heavily the events of my life the moments that led up to the taking of the cup &amp; bread. i considered not participating, just because of the seriousness of doing so in an unworthy manner.i proceeded w/caution &amp; now reflect on the importance of the act as the only thing that can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114131810038233994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114131810038233994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114131810038233994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114131810038233994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/03/save-me.html' title='save me'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114119150311035891</id><published>2006-02-28T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:38:23.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cynical indifferences</title><summary type='text'>funny how god's will can look differently from person to person, perspective to perspective &amp; situation to situation. the underlying thread remains the same, it's just that the overlaying fabric can vary greatly. most folks may have some trouble w/this.the fashions that form individual faith doesn't always appeal to the masses or maybe even to the few &amp; i just gotta believe that that's ok. jesus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114119150311035891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114119150311035891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114119150311035891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114119150311035891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/cynical-indifferences.html' title='cynical indifferences'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114109506094470647</id><published>2006-02-27T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:51:01.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my lacking...</title><summary type='text'>the last couple of weeks have been hell. i've been stretched, pushed &amp; pulled in directions that i never thought possible. i long for the merry-go-round to stop, or at least slow, but know that that's not an option. i walked into work the other nite when a received a message from an angel. she's not the kind w/visible wings &amp; halo, but she delivered a word that was timely &amp; desperately needed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114109506094470647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114109506094470647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114109506094470647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114109506094470647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-lacking.html' title='my lacking...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114087231388731415</id><published>2006-02-25T06:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:54:07.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed...undeserved...overcome...</title><summary type='text'>that 1 your's man? i ask the over-sized man peering thru the window @ our 3rd floor nursery.yeah...congrats bro...yeah...um, thanks...i continue to walk on by as i notice that this man was me not 6 yrs ago. this man looking thru the glass @ his future. this man floating above the floor on a high that no drug can command.i can't help but feel his sense of coming undone. standing in awe of creation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114087231388731415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114087231388731415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114087231388731415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114087231388731415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/overwhelmedundeservedovercome.html' title='overwhelmed...undeserved...overcome...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114056059009579864</id><published>2006-02-21T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:10:56.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>@ the moment</title><summary type='text'>life's a funny thing...sometimes it's as easy as a summer breeze, other times it's as hard &amp; cold as a dreary day in the south w/winds that cut to the bone. i don't understand what makes it so, but this is my reality. 1 that i've constantly got to remind myself of &amp; deal with.the thing is...do i acquiesce to circumstance, or do i do what i'm called to &amp; rise above despite my environment? do i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114056059009579864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114056059009579864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114056059009579864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114056059009579864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/moment.html' title='@ the moment'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-114023205322433584</id><published>2006-02-17T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:08:55.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>intoxicate</title><summary type='text'>baby lani loves her daddy, that's pretty easy to see. i put her in the bouncy seat in the living room while i try to steal away to get my morning workout in &amp; she gets upset. i move the bouncy seat into the workout room w/me &amp; she's all smiles &amp; giggles.i lean in real close to swipe a kiss or 12 in between sets &amp; she simple stares &amp; drools. i love it. i can't get enough of it.i look into her eyes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/114023205322433584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=114023205322433584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114023205322433584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/114023205322433584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/intoxicate.html' title='intoxicate'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113996776378998313</id><published>2006-02-14T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:42:43.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've been readin'</title><summary type='text'>the more i die to myself,the more islip from the claws of deathand tumble into the freedomof life.storyby steven james</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113996776378998313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113996776378998313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113996776378998313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113996776378998313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-ive-been-readin.html' title='what i&apos;ve been readin&apos;'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113996695580214699</id><published>2006-02-14T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:35:21.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've really been diggin' lately...</title><summary type='text'>just picked up matisyahu, live @ stubbs this last sat nite &amp; i haven't been able to stop listening to it yet.go get it...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113996695580214699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113996695580214699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113996695580214699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113996695580214699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-ive-really-been-diggin-lately.html' title='what i&apos;ve really been diggin&apos; lately...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113980363594444712</id><published>2006-02-12T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:07:16.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i know why</title><summary type='text'>i know now why he did it.it just kinda dawned on me out of the blue the other nite. totally unexpected &amp; unwarranted, but very welcomed &amp; refreshing. the realization was something as real as a light lit &amp; it's natural tendency to swallow the darkness completely, chasing the last remnants of it into the far corners of the room until they are totally vanquished. i was just finishing up w/my cardio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113980363594444712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113980363594444712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113980363594444712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113980363594444712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-why.html' title='i know why'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113933062440939340</id><published>2006-02-07T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:47:19.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i often wonder...</title><summary type='text'>In Essentials, unity. In non-essentials, liberty. In all things, love.i often wonder how far is too far. is it possible to befriend someone who lives contrary to the way that you think, believe &amp; have chosen to live? can you love that person enough to let them be &amp; not continually think of them as a mission project or secular mountain to scale &amp; conquer? should you?do you allow them to speak what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113933062440939340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113933062440939340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113933062440939340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113933062440939340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-often-wonder.html' title='i often wonder...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113902751521071232</id><published>2006-02-03T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:31:55.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the apostle</title><summary type='text'>i met a real live apostle the other day. at least that's what the flyer from his latest crusade said. no offense, but i couldn't help but think of bobby duvall &amp; his portrayal of the apostle e.f. in the movie aptly titled the apostle. the dude seems knowledgeable enough, it's just that his timing &amp; sense of discernment in regards to relevancy seem to be a tick or 2 off. while i know that truth is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113902751521071232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113902751521071232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113902751521071232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113902751521071232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/02/apostle.html' title='the apostle'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113859487782011360</id><published>2006-01-29T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:24:32.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>amen 5's</title><summary type='text'>i'm a pretty non-traditional kinda guy, but i'd hope that you'd allow me some leniency here as i oxymoronically expose my own heresy thru the telling of a new tradition established here @ the bennett house. it's 1 that seems to be pretty unique &amp; was birthed out of a totally spontaneous act about a week ago. i'm sure that you'll find this so enthralling, that you'll want to make this apart of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113859487782011360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113859487782011360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113859487782011360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113859487782011360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/amen-5s.html' title='amen 5&apos;s'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113834265816896905</id><published>2006-01-27T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T00:17:38.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bono Unveils 'Red' Philanthropic Program</title><summary type='text'>Bono Unveils 'Red' Philanthropic ProgramBy DAN PERRYAPDAVOS, Switzerland (AP) - Bono unveiled a new push to fight HIV and AIDS in Africa, announcing a new program by several companies to sell products under a brand called Red, with some of the revenue going to anti-AIDS programs."So, here we are, fat cats in the snow, and I say that as one," the U2 frontman said Thursday to laughs. Bono was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113834265816896905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113834265816896905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113834265816896905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113834265816896905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/bono-unveils-red-philanthropic-program.html' title='Bono Unveils &apos;Red&apos; Philanthropic Program'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113832412207874886</id><published>2006-01-26T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:08:42.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>orb of consistency</title><summary type='text'>we pulled up to the 3-way stop just as the car to our right was beginning to turn in front of us. we waited for it to complete the turn then began to ease into the intersection to perform our left turn, but were stopped. an old man in a pickup had decided to follow his predecessor @ the stop by turning left too &amp; cutting us off. the look on his face gave ample proof to his believe that he was in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113832412207874886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113832412207874886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113832412207874886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113832412207874886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/orb-of-consistency.html' title='orb of consistency'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113820090674194207</id><published>2006-01-25T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:55:06.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WWKD?</title><summary type='text'>West poses as Jesus for Rolling StoneNEW YORK (AP) -- Kanye West, with a crown of thorns atop his head, poses as Jesus Christ on the cover of the upcoming issue of Rolling Stone. The outspoken rapper defends his brash attitude inside the magazine's pages, on newsstands Friday. He is also pictured posing as Muhammad Ali."In America, they want you to accomplish these great feats, to pull off these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113820090674194207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113820090674194207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113820090674194207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113820090674194207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/wwkd.html' title='WWKD?'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113817501266081649</id><published>2006-01-25T01:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:43:32.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOD IS DEAD!</title><summary type='text'>sleep tight my pretties...your idoit box has been redeemed &amp; you should feel the holier for it...BOD is dead!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113817501266081649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113817501266081649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113817501266081649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113817501266081649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/bod-is-dead.html' title='BOD IS DEAD!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113815097637721890</id><published>2006-01-24T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:04:46.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jeter still sux</title><summary type='text'>we're still a good 6 weeks out from the start of t-ball, but i can hardly wait. we got cam's new cleats in today from eastbay &amp; i must say that they are sweet. i never had a pair that looked that good when i used to lace 'em up. i've tried to stress all the appropriate stuff to cam about how there's more to the game than just having some cool looking shoes, but i must admit, that they couldn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113815097637721890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113815097637721890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113815097637721890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113815097637721890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/jeter-still-sux.html' title='jeter still sux'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113812026376464599</id><published>2006-01-24T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T10:31:41.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>move over spidey</title><summary type='text'>cam, p, ali &amp; me were on our regular trip @ the comic book store the other day, when mike, the owner of sun comics milton recommended what turned out to be an amazing book. i probably wouldn't have even given the book a 2nd glance if he hadn't done so, but i'm sure glad that he did. it brings amazing perspective to the calling of david that should have great implications for us as modern day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113812026376464599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113812026376464599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113812026376464599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113812026376464599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/move-over-spidey.html' title='move over spidey'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113790906320655585</id><published>2006-01-21T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:51:03.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>his old man</title><summary type='text'>i wonder when it happens. when we stop believing that our dad is the toughest guy in the world &amp; fully capable of anything. when we trade in child like faith for biting cynicism &amp; often times debilitating debasement of what once hung the entirety of our faith.i'm guessing that it's somewhere between hs &amp; college. maybe we see dad lose something physically, or maybe we're able to beat him for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113790906320655585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113790906320655585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113790906320655585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113790906320655585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/his-old-man.html' title='his old man'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113788530326978919</id><published>2006-01-21T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T17:16:40.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>by a friend</title><summary type='text'>Waengongi Has a Son"We acted badly, badly until they brought us God's carvings...and now we walk His trail." ~Mincaye(Quoted in Plugged In; "A Film 50 Years in the Making"; Marcus Young; Jan. 2006) End of the Spear is a fabulous, glorious movie and theatres are showing it so there is no excuse. The theatre last night at prime time was not full. You want good movies? Then go see them when the rare</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113788530326978919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113788530326978919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113788530326978919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113788530326978919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-friend.html' title='by a friend'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113773498122093124</id><published>2006-01-19T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T17:21:57.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fitting in?</title><summary type='text'>got &amp; read the latest si today. 1 of the newer additions to the rag is a section called the pop culture grid. it asks ?'s of today's athletes to see 'how do sports stars fit in?'i've never really given much thought to it before, but i couldn't help but think of xtianity &amp; those called to the way &amp; how they would fair on such a grid. as much as we'd like to look @ how we've progressed in order to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113773498122093124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113773498122093124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113773498122093124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113773498122093124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/fitting-in.html' title='fitting in?'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113773256361255920</id><published>2006-01-19T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:50:20.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNL - The Chronic of Narnia Rap</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113773256361255920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113773256361255920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113773256361255920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113773256361255920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/snl-chronic-of-narnia-rap.html' title='SNL - The Chronic of Narnia Rap'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113763149138203966</id><published>2006-01-18T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:45:39.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>from 1 king to another</title><summary type='text'>a couple of days removed from the remembrance of a king &amp; i'm left to treasure the gift that i never could've dreamt of some years ago.  racial inequality was never a concern of mine nor was the n-word ever too far from my ignorant lips.  but i've grown to learn from my past &amp; my kids as well, especially of late.  cam came home yesterday from a grey &amp; rain soaked world w/a head full of the dream </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113763149138203966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113763149138203966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113763149138203966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113763149138203966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-1-king-to-another.html' title='from 1 king to another'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113753097823166723</id><published>2006-01-17T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:51:45.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to blog or not to blog...that is the question.</title><summary type='text'>i recently had the pleasure of sitting w/kris from the pnj. she's doing an article on blogging in the pensacola area &amp; i was 1 of 7 perspectives. the scope of the article is to explore the genre' some what &amp; the people involved.the prevailing question was why?so i ask you...1) why do you blog?2) why don't you?3) should everyone?4) what are the benefits of blogging, if any?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113753097823166723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113753097823166723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113753097823166723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113753097823166723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-blog-or-not-to-blogthat-is-question.html' title='to blog or not to blog...that is the question.'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113743572462451146</id><published>2006-01-16T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:29:31.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how to spell robertson w/the letters vanderjagt</title><summary type='text'>Vanderjagt then slammed his helmet to the turf, obviously forgetting how fortunate he was to have the chance."It's extreme disbelief," Vanderjagt said. "From the Polamalu interception reversal to Jerome's fumble, everything seemed to be lined up in our favor. I guess the Lord forgot about the football team." Indianapolis Colts kicker Mike Vanderjagt (13) reacts after missing a game-tying field </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113743572462451146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113743572462451146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113743572462451146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113743572462451146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-to-spell-robertson-wthe-letters.html' title='how to spell robertson w/the letters vanderjagt'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113736114655888672</id><published>2006-01-15T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T15:39:06.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy lifting</title><summary type='text'>ever wonder what it is about music that has the ability to lick the soul &amp; stir emotions from distant memories? why you can't remember something that happened 2 days ago, but can recall every lick from some obscure song tied to the ancient past in a way that's only relevant to you? what makes a hook a hook and why does it reverberate thro your being @ the speed of sound, yet remains to haunt even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113736114655888672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113736114655888672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113736114655888672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113736114655888672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/heavy-lifting.html' title='heavy lifting'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113727965419912374</id><published>2006-01-14T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:00:54.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><summary type='text'>a picture says 1,000 of 'em...why try &amp; mess it up w/more...?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113727965419912374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113727965419912374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113727965419912374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113727965419912374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113727199873000126</id><published>2006-01-14T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:04:11.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>continually holistic</title><summary type='text'>what a gloriously wonderful morn...the crispness of the air was only surpassed by the explosion of color as i took the '67 to register cam for t-ball. the moment, already pregnant w/anticipation, was only confirmed in it's surrealness by the contractions of henly's boys of summer on the radio. i journey north to register my future boy of summer as don amens the refrain w/in the cab of my old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113727199873000126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113727199873000126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113727199873000126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113727199873000126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/continually-holistic.html' title='continually holistic'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113698927666879881</id><published>2006-01-11T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:23:12.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fair critique</title><summary type='text'>since i didn't get a chance to see all of it...i don't feel qualified to give a fair critique...plus these cats have already expressed a fair &amp; balanced point/counterpoint written far better than i am able...check it out...let me know what you think...point:counterpoint:opinions?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113698927666879881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113698927666879881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113698927666879881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113698927666879881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/fair-critique.html' title='fair critique'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113697970310027346</id><published>2006-01-11T05:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T05:50:46.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>36 parables</title><summary type='text'>i'm thinkin' bout usin' this new (at least to me) material for community group...www.36parables.comanybody familiar...?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113697970310027346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113697970310027346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113697970310027346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113697970310027346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/36-parables.html' title='36 parables'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113692504478167537</id><published>2006-01-10T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:30:44.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in your closet...?</title><summary type='text'>in our quest for all things xtian, i guess that it was only a matter of time that something like this happened in the backlash...now all that we need is for pat to speak woes over all who would wear this things...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113692504478167537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113692504478167537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113692504478167537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113692504478167537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-in-your-closet.html' title='what&apos;s in your closet...?'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113688885793102722</id><published>2006-01-10T03:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T05:02:11.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me being pig-headed</title><summary type='text'>i'm an addict &amp; need help. an intervention or 2 would probably work wonders...or not. i'm a recent new comer to the great satan, better known to others as the yahoo! music engine, and am amazed @ this modern wonder. there are over 1 million, that's right people...1 million, songs @ my immediate disposal. i can stream entire albums, create playlist based on my likes or load an artist's entire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113688885793102722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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fragility</title><summary type='text'>by now everyone should be awfully aware of the plight of the coal miner &amp; the inherent dangers involved w/such a perilous trade. as i read the paper this morning i thought how these crews mirrored what authentic church live should be &amp; am continued to be saddened to know that often times it does not. my intention isn't to trivialize the miner in this, but to hold him up, to be emulated by a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113656360213605192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113656360213605192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113656360213605192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113656360213605192'/><link 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other part that thought that maybe it wouldn't take if it wasn't in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113650550449966437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113650550449966437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113650550449966437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113650550449966437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/creatively-innovative.html' title='creatively innovative'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113634524149865607</id><published>2006-01-03T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:27:21.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm w/steve</title><summary type='text'>is there ever an acceptable time for manipulation &amp; coercion? what about when it is for the ultimate good of an individual? what if the person in question isn't of age or understanding to make the right decision/s? what if we feel justified in our calling, by being obedient to a higher calling?i just had to laugh the other nite. i sat &amp; watched the original kings of comedy when steve harvey, who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113634524149865607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>the place that used to house my fear &amp; anxiety has a new resident. my past would reveal a kid whose disdain for reading was only exceeded in his hatred for writing. don't get me wrong, i was always a decent student, i was just more analytically driven &amp; preferred the company of #'s &amp; equations to those of the words &amp; phrases, regardless if i wrote them or not.needless to say, the blank page was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113622185970283470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113622185970283470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113622185970283470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113622185970283470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/word-was-god.html' title='the word was god'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113615238730977957</id><published>2006-01-01T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:52:00.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>morbidly convicted</title><summary type='text'>how can you worship some 600-pound fat guy who moralizes about self- control? how can you put much stock in a morbidly obese guy that wants you to join him in faith, yet doesn't love god enough to honor him w/his body?i'm not so sure that you can or that you should...at least this is where i'm convicted as the new year dawns...i'm going on record here...this is no longer acceptable for me...1/1/6</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113615238730977957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113615238730977957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113615238730977957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113615238730977957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2006/01/morbidly-convicted.html' title='morbidly convicted'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113609453662265995</id><published>2005-12-31T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:48:56.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you too?</title><summary type='text'>Yeah...All is quiet on New Year's DayA world in white gets underwayI want to be with youBe with you night and dayNothing changes on New Year's DayOn New Year's DayI will be with you againI will be with you againUnder a blood red skyA crowd has gathered in black and whiteArms entwined, the chosen fewThe newspapers says, says Say it's true it's true...And we can break throughThough torn in two We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113609453662265995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113609453662265995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113609453662265995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113609453662265995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-too.html' title='you too?'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113589882745662160</id><published>2005-12-29T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:30:01.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coolest baby pic ever</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113576361093713250</id><published>2005-12-28T02:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T03:53:31.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>perceived futility</title><summary type='text'>all too often i break on the rocks of perceived futility rather than try. i've bought the idea that redemption requires acts that are grandiose &amp; more heroic than i dare imagine. this is true at times, but all too often it's simply not.the only thing that impedes my being jesus is my own sense of justice. my flesh disallows my being a conduit for grace through the simplistic because i don't have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113576361093713250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113576361093713250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113576361093713250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113576361093713250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/perceived-futility.html' title='perceived futility'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113555216591265282</id><published>2005-12-25T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:14:21.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>truly live</title><summary type='text'>i remember leaving the theatre thinking that there had to be more to it than this. there had to be more than the empty moralizing and an attempt at story than what was given. beneath the amazing effects &amp; sometimes over done imagery there had to be some redeeming qualities to this last great effort.i just want something more than...'it was beauty that killed the beast'maybe you're like me &amp; you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113555216591265282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113555216591265282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113555216591265282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113555216591265282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/truly-live.html' title='truly live'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113544238898480584</id><published>2005-12-24T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:41:05.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>glory beyond</title><summary type='text'>'virgie...this is a skeptical age. people don't believe in things they can't comprehend. some among us inspire childlike faith &amp; wonder--they become more than people or even legends...they become ideals. ideals are bigger than any person, and we need them. they speak to what's best in us.there's a veil covering the unseen world which not even the united strength of the strongest that ever lived </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113544238898480584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113544238898480584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113544238898480584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113544238898480584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/glory-beyond.html' title='glory beyond'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113504818416690615</id><published>2005-12-19T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:26:31.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to all my 'supposed' kin</title><summary type='text'>man, life is really a trip...i mean trip as in weird as well as in journey. i just got thro watchin' the new u2 vertigo dvd &amp; was reveling in the experience when i sit to read e-mail &amp; get hit w/how bono gave the impression of anti-christ to several @ a show in madison square garden. what?there is part of the show where he comes out wearing a headband w/the word coexist on it. the word is spelled</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113504818416690615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113504818416690615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113504818416690615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113504818416690615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-all-my-supposed-kin.html' title='to all my &apos;supposed&apos; kin'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113477536437538806</id><published>2005-12-16T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:25:06.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conformational confirmation</title><summary type='text'>back in the day, i used to get upset when i'd see guys in a band that were xtians refusal the label as xtian band to be known as a 'spiritual' band instead. fact is i didn't understand the reasons for this &amp; took it as a slight to jesus. not knowing their walk personally &amp; all the baggage that they were forced to carry as being pioneers of sorts, it made it really easy to thro rocks from a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113477536437538806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113477536437538806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113477536437538806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113477536437538806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/conformational-confirmation.html' title='Conformational confirmation'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113468698497505011</id><published>2005-12-15T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:49:44.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful still?</title><summary type='text'>originally posted 8/10/5What am I thankful for...PRYOR THANKFUL FOR MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS Comedian RICHARD PRYOR claims multiple sclerosis has had a positive effect on his life, because it ended a downward spiral further into drug addiction.The 64-year-old was diagnosed with the debilitating disease in 1986 and is now wheel-chair bound and cannot speak - but he insists he has lead a more fulfilling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113468698497505011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113468698497505011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113468698497505011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113468698497505011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/thankful-still.html' title='thankful still?'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113466395125204263</id><published>2005-12-15T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:27:27.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning from the end</title><summary type='text'>knowing the beginning from the end doesn't invalidate the start or the middle of a story in my opinion. it should only bring perspective &amp; serve to remind us to remember the future all the while we are fully present in the now. this is easily forgotten tho &amp; gives reason to the # of times that we are in need of reminding.i was thinking in this manner the other day when i perused the obits. i know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113466395125204263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113466395125204263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113466395125204263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113466395125204263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/beginning-from-end.html' title='beginning from the end'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113455155775999535</id><published>2005-12-14T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T03:12:37.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Days</title><summary type='text'>GOO GOO DOLLS Better DaysAnd you ask me what I want this yearAnd I try to make this kind and clearJust a chance that maybe we'll find better daysCuz I don't need boxes wrapped in stringsAnd desire and love and empty thingsJust a chance that maybe we'll find better daysSo take these wordsAnd sing out loudCuz everyone is forgiven nowCuz tonight's the night the world begins againAnd it's someplace </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113455155775999535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113455155775999535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113455155775999535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113455155775999535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/better-days.html' title='Better Days'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113452176017639369</id><published>2005-12-13T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:56:00.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creedal Conformity</title><summary type='text'>i've never really thought of myself as the creedal kind, but truth be told we all live by some sort of rule of life that governs are thoughts, deeds &amp; motives that can usually be defined in a statement that would constitute a creed of some sort. it's nothing that is so prominent in my journey that would push me to carry it in little boxes that would adorn my brow, but it's something that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113452176017639369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113452176017639369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113452176017639369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113452176017639369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/creedal-conformity.html' title='Creedal Conformity'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113434137896409316</id><published>2005-12-11T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:08:29.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your story?</title><summary type='text'>you ever wonder what's the point...?i mean, movie stars, god-like status, unbelievable wealth &amp; unforgivable decadence are accepted these days &amp; even expected as the norm. all for the continued search for that next 2hr release that gives us pause from our own pitiful existence. to escape the doldrums that are our days, we let a lot go &amp; even worship a warped sense of human existence...where'd it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113434137896409316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113434137896409316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113434137896409316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113434137896409316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-your-story.html' title='what&apos;s your story?'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113384071568145492</id><published>2005-12-05T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:15:28.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years</title><summary type='text'>I saw Tyler for the 1st time in a long time the other day. Man has he grown. I wondered where his dad was.There you stood in disbelief,trying all you could to see through these liesAnd every word that I could breathe,would find you more inclined to leave, but I triedAnd knowing what I've done to you,with every thought you suffer throughMy heart as black as evil canAnd everything I could have been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113384071568145492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113384071568145492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113384071568145492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113384071568145492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113383521522200809</id><published>2005-12-05T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:13:35.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundamentally Focused</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's done. I talked w/Dr. Dennis Morris, pastor of Trinity Baptist Church &amp; am totally amazed. It wasn't at all as I expected &amp; it gives me hope.I found the pastor to be 1 of the most gracious &amp; soft-spoken men I've ever had the pleasure of speaking with. He readily listened to me, quite his junior &amp; even asked my input for suggestions. He never became argumentative or offensive.I shared w/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113383521522200809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113383521522200809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113383521522200809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113383521522200809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/fundamentally-focused.html' title='Fundamentally Focused'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113361374160850468</id><published>2005-12-03T06:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T06:42:22.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation or Coincidence?</title><summary type='text'>Recently I've been struggling w/the call to do something out of my comfort zone. As much as I hate to admit it, I believe that I got my answer last night @ work. This next week is going to be a challenge for me, but w/guidance I know I'll be able to persevere.I'm usually not the 1 to attempt things that seem rather senseless or w/little opportunity for success. I usually like to just shrug my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113361374160850468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113361374160850468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113361374160850468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113361374160850468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/confirmation-or-coincidence.html' title='Confirmation or Coincidence?'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113348618173900422</id><published>2005-12-01T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:20:23.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Carnal 1</title><summary type='text'>I've had a couple of days to mull things over &amp; I'm still undecided. I've talked w/several folks about it, had my run through all different types of emotions over it &amp; still don't know what I'm to do, if anything at all. Maybe if you read this you could help me.I was getting ready for work the other night, when I was getting out of the shower Amy came in to tell me that 'I'd missed it'. I told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113348618173900422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113348618173900422' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113348618173900422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113348618173900422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-carnal-1.html' title='From The Carnal 1'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113328121351010430</id><published>2005-11-29T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:20:13.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God is...</title><summary type='text'>This profoundly simplistic book has changed me...Pray remember what I have recommended to you, which is, to think often on God, by day, by night, in your business, and even in your diversions. He is always near you and with you; leave Him not alone. You would think it rude to leave a friend alone who came to visit you; why, then, must God be neglected? Do not, then, forget Him, but think on Him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113328121351010430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113328121351010430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113328121351010430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113328121351010430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/god-is.html' title='God is...'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113319626029044961</id><published>2005-11-28T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:58:17.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superlame</title><summary type='text'>The trip home was odd enough. Baton Rouge was bare compared to the log jam that met us Wednesday afternoon. For all intensive purposes it was 11/26/05, but through the wonder that is xm radio we tripped through the last 3 weeks of January 1948.In a move that Amy approved of by sweet sleep preceded by a 'you've got to be kidding me...you guys are killing me' we tuned to channel #164 that plays old</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113319626029044961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113319626029044961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113319626029044961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113319626029044961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/superlame.html' title='Superlame'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113284262782559658</id><published>2005-11-24T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T08:37:38.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Willy...On The Road Again</title><summary type='text'>The Jones have left us behind. I've never been happier to see them go. What a relief it is to know that we don't have to follow, keep up or try to stay ahead of that crowd.Sure, the reasons make plausible sense from time to time, but that's just because of our unlimited capacity for reasoning &amp; justification. We argue the point in our own minds that just about anything can &amp; does become God's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113284262782559658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113284262782559658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113284262782559658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113284262782559658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/wet-willyon-road-again.html' title='Wet Willy...On The Road Again'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113260580646709236</id><published>2005-11-21T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:46:07.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's I AM</title><summary type='text'>Bloggers blog about it. Authors write about it. TV preachers will try to sell you on it. Saints embrace it. Sinners ignore it. Hypocrites manipulate it.So much has been said &amp; done, but we still haven't even begun to understand it. It's bigger than the air that we breath &amp; is in the smallest of things. It contains a strength beyond measure, yet is often served up as to transcend our understanding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113260580646709236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113260580646709236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113260580646709236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113260580646709236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-i-am.html' title='It&apos;s I AM'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113240958680540002</id><published>2005-11-19T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T08:13:06.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a Finger in Your Eye</title><summary type='text'>"I'd like to say to the good citizens of Dover: if there is a disaster in your area, don't turn to God, you just rejected Him from your city," </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113240958680540002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113240958680540002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113240958680540002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113240958680540002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/heres-finger-in-your-eye.html' title='Here&apos;s a Finger in Your Eye'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113236601986298740</id><published>2005-11-18T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:06:59.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry of Love</title><summary type='text'>for alaa alaa...you are loved...On broken wings I'm falling And it won't be longThe skin on me is burning By the fires of the sunOn skinned kneesI'm bleedingAnd it won't be longI've got to find that meaning I'll search for so longCry ourselves to sleepWe will sleep alone foreverWill you lay me downIn the same place with all I loveMend the broken homesCare for them they are our brothersSave the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113236601986298740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113236601986298740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113236601986298740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113236601986298740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/cry-of-love.html' title='Cry of Love'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113231491093109932</id><published>2005-11-18T05:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T05:55:11.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Up or Shutup</title><summary type='text'>I've really been diggin' the new Demon Hunter of late. It gets me pumped, challenges me &amp; stirs the long muted chords attached to heart strings that I forget that I've got from time to time. The music comes across as conflicted to me, mixing beautiful melodies w/tortured screams of angst which is perfect, because I'm conflicted. I possess strength to love in copious amounts 1 day, then find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113231491093109932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113231491093109932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113231491093109932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113231491093109932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/put-up-or-shutup.html' title='Put Up or Shutup'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113207329801408578</id><published>2005-11-15T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:37:24.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare To Be In</title><summary type='text'>I had a conversation w/a friend of a pastor of a mega-church the other day. You know the gig. Shepherding the flock Hollywood style w/all the indulgences to boot, 'cause of a culture created to nurture the feel of entitlement due to success. This of course is never audibly mentioned, but remains the mind set none the less.I guess that I can deal w/this status quo of celebrity pastor, 'cause </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113207329801408578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113207329801408578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113207329801408578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113207329801408578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/dare-to-be-in.html' title='Dare To Be In'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113198512281496055</id><published>2005-11-14T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:48:41.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ Swap</title><summary type='text'>Don't know if you caught this or have heard anything about the aftermath, but it was nothing short of a trainwreck. Fox's Trading Spouses show usually features women that are from completely different ends of the spectrum &amp; are forced to swap environments, homes, families, etc. for a week. The payoff is $50k &amp; usually serves as a good eye-opener for those entering in w/an open mind to learn from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113198512281496055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113198512281496055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113198512281496055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113198512281496055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/christ-swap.html' title='Christ Swap'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113164871415169511</id><published>2005-11-10T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:53:49.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christians @ A Porn Show</title><summary type='text'>Just got through skimming through the latest in Relevant magazine. I don't know if you've seen it or not, but I think you might want to pick it up. What grabbed me was the article entitled 'Christians at a Porn Show.'The article is a collection of thoughts from volunteers that belong to xxxchurch as they attended Erotica LA 2005. There was a time &amp; place that the mere thought of this would've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113164871415169511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113164871415169511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113164871415169511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113164871415169511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/christians-porn-show.html' title='Christians @ A Porn Show'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113159516882094558</id><published>2005-11-09T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:20:46.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ol Billy</title><summary type='text'>I guess ol' Billy boy had it right all along when he said that the question was 'to be or not to be.' Those words have resonated in some places deep inside me today as I've thought about why people do the things that they do or why they don't do the things that they don't. It seems that they do or don't do whatever from a place that is either driven to be true &amp; authentic to the nature instilled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113159516882094558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113159516882094558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113159516882094558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113159516882094558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/ol-billy.html' title='&apos;Ol Billy'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113142251443636626</id><published>2005-11-07T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:01:54.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>H.O.P.</title><summary type='text'>I don't know about you, but I've just got to believe that God pulls the clouds back, leans in &amp; gets a big laugh @ my expense from time to time. He does so only to keep from crying when I have to be confronted w/His truth time &amp; time again. The whole process seems akin to teaching long division to a pre-schooler, yet He continues to allow me to plod along.Now that's what I call long suffering. He</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113142251443636626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113142251443636626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113142251443636626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113142251443636626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/hop.html' title='H.O.P.'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113120519064098249</id><published>2005-11-05T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:46:37.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Millstone Justice</title><summary type='text'>I was shocked more in 1 hr last night, than I've been in quite some time. I don't know if you caught it, but if you happened to see Dateline last night you'll know what I'm talking about. I'm still in awe &amp; am trying to sort through all the emotions now.The show was about sexual predators &amp; their use of internet chat rooms to lure kids into rendezvous for sex. I still can't believe what I, &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113120519064098249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113120519064098249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113120519064098249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113120519064098249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/millstone-justice.html' title='Millstone Justice'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113105874337471197</id><published>2005-11-03T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T17:00:04.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Cup Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>Do not kiss your childrenso they will kiss you backbut so they will kiss their children,and their children's children.-Noah benShea</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113105874337471197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113105874337471197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113105874337471197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113105874337471197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/coffee-cup-wisdom.html' title='Coffee Cup Wisdom'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113086101858547615</id><published>2005-11-01T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:05:53.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! Jesus Is Trashin' My Life!</title><summary type='text'>I knew it shouldn't be like this, but the fact of the matter was, that it was. I searched a laundry list of reason &amp; found none viable. That is until now. Last week the folks were w/us for the week &amp; what should've been a great time of fun &amp; togetherness, turned into sleepless mornings filled w/gut wrenching anxiety. I couldn't put my finger on it &amp; believe me, I tried. I was just very uneasy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113086101858547615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113086101858547615' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113086101858547615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113086101858547615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/11/help-jesus-is-trashin-my-life.html' title='Help! Jesus Is Trashin&apos; My Life!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113021118684907813</id><published>2005-10-24T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:35:23.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The 110</title><summary type='text'>We spent yesterday afternoon under the 110 surronded by crackheads, bums, drunks, scene &amp; hardcore kids. I thought that I was going to have to drag Amy out of the truck. She was pretty nervous to say the least &amp; I can't blame her.The day was beautiful. Our gathering was simplistic yet real. I'm still kinda taken back by the whole thing.The Reverend Tyler Monk presided over the service and seemed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113021118684907813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113021118684907813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113021118684907813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113021118684907813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/10/under-110.html' title='Under The 110'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113006928066773344</id><published>2005-10-23T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:57:00.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pursuit of Truth</title><summary type='text'>Ever thought that you had it all figured out, get challenged by something &amp; come to realize that maybe you didn't quite get it? I had 1 of those experiences yesterday. I was sitting out back grilling some ribs, doing a little reading &amp; came to see something that I hadn't before.Check it. The passage is John 4:23. Christ addresses the woman @ the well &amp; says something like this...God is Spirit. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113006928066773344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113006928066773344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113006928066773344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113006928066773344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-pursuit-of-truth.html' title='In Pursuit of Truth'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-113001238802643320</id><published>2005-10-22T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:21:00.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><summary type='text'>There are no words for thisTo effectively articulate this feeling of complete blissTo try seems vainFor the answer remains the sameIt simply can't be doneHow do you describe the sun to the blindEspecially when they've never felt it's warmthOr the grey of the moon as it lights the blackened skyShining as a mere reflection of something more majesticThe road to my redemption began some 34 years ago </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/113001238802643320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=113001238802643320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113001238802643320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/113001238802643320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-112983270143395971</id><published>2005-10-20T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:36:24.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why You Should Love U2 Too</title><summary type='text'>17Learn to do good.Work for justice.Help the down--and-out.Stand up for the homeless.Go to bat for the defenseless.Who knows, it may turn out that it's Christians who have misunderstood U2—and, possibly, the Gospel itself. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/112983270143395971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=112983270143395971' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/112983270143395971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/112983270143395971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-you-should-love-u2-too.html' title='Why You Should Love U2 Too'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-112970929702972210</id><published>2005-10-19T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T03:08:57.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relevant TV</title><summary type='text'>Fans of Relevant may already know 'bout this, but if not be sure to stop by...http://www.relevantmagazine.com/TV/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/112970929702972210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=112970929702972210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/112970929702972210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/112970929702972210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/10/relevant-tv.html' title='Relevant TV'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903315.post-112965017147675967</id><published>2005-10-18T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:42:51.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt K's</title><summary type='text'>There has never been a more critical time than now to examine faith. I've personally spent the last 2 yrs deconstructing &amp; allowing the proper re-construction of all that I thought that I knew. Last night taught me that I've still got work to do.I was on my way into work when I pulled up to the light right behind an old chevy suburban. I did what you probably do &amp; started to study the stickers on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/feeds/112965017147675967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7903315&amp;postID=112965017147675967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/112965017147675967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7903315/posts/default/112965017147675967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathway.blogspot.com/2005/10/guilt-ks.html' title='Guilt K&apos;s'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897445411460696540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.deathway.com/images/lee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
