<?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-26966787</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:43:02.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Accuses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-117066592759576010</id><published>2007-02-05T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:58:47.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Breath</title><content type='html'>I just finished my second book of the year moments ago...&lt;br /&gt;It is only Feb. 5th of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to the gym or gone specifically outside to work on the "temple" in over a month.&lt;br /&gt;Although the gym had been one of my new comitments for this year another one of my comitments was to draw closer to a closer group of friends and so far this has proven worthwhile! I hope you feel the same...Tea-Bag &amp; Van Slykers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new breath inside me.  And I apologize for my silence here for months, but I guess I needed to take some time to find this new breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is always new.  Accusations come in all shapes and sizes in all kinds of different time frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new breath will change lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new breath realizes failure is an event, not a person. -thank you Craig&lt;br /&gt;This new breath is letting you know HOPE ACCUSES has received another breath, A New ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t...   as always, the rest is up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-117066592759576010?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/117066592759576010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=117066592759576010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/117066592759576010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/117066592759576010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-breath.html' title='New Breath'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-115929000639749445</id><published>2006-09-26T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:07:58.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contaminated Evidence</title><content type='html'>In the begining our parents revealed the truth to us&lt;br /&gt;As we grew we became ourselves, each one different in our own way&lt;br /&gt;But the truth taught by our parents, in many of us, is not the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Truth change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been contaminated. The truth that "everything will be ok" instilled in us by our parents at times becomes the biggest lie they've ever told. So many of us are just older empty shells of the children we used to be. We still dream, we still love, but everything is not ok. We've been contaminated. The truth we once knew, the truth that our parents will pull us through has dwindled away and left us to make our own truth. In other words, we were influenced by those much "cooler" than our parents. We see the "cooler" hit the most home runs, then right a book about how he cheated with drugs, then we see the "cooler" write and perform songs about rebellion, only to find the end of his rebellion at the end of a shot gun. And after this there is another who sings about a different type of rebellion, a rebellion of change, the change to find truth in yourself, your slogan, "Think for yourself, question authority." I thought for myself, questioned authority and I was left addicted to deviance. I was left contaminated. And sadly, I know I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Truth be contaminated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we've just been given contaminated evidence. Do you remember that small, yet very important urge at Christmas time we get to give all of our friends the biggest and coolest gift. I know that urge, and I also know I supress it the minute I realize what it is going to cost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the Truth I once knew in my parents, extend past my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more coming soon, Truth is speaking to me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-115929000639749445?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/115929000639749445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=115929000639749445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115929000639749445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115929000639749445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/09/contaminated-evidence.html' title='Contaminated Evidence'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-115774294696512031</id><published>2006-09-08T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:15:48.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I all that meets the eye, or less than appears?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I guess I'd have to start with what I know I am, and question why I am that way and what I'm doing with those traits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-I'm outspoken, but do I follow through with I'm seaking out about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-I'm energetic, but do I use my energry in the correct places?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-I'm hopeful, but do others see hope or do they only see my doubts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-I'm honest, and I don't have any questions about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-I'm not humble, and I never really have been.  But I do care, I care a lot!  I hate it when people I know are hurting, or are in pain.  I just want to squeeze the hurt out of them, and make them some of my famous spicy chicken noodle soup!  You see, my life has been truly blessed in the fact that the pain in my life has been 99% self-inflicted, meaning if I'm complaining, it's my fault.  So the next time you hear me ranting, call me out!  Things such as losing close friends &amp; family, or being the victim of happenings such as rape or cancer or abuse or tragedy, have passed me by, but not leaving me untouched.  My heart aches every time I hear stories about any one of those things and my mind immediately races through ideas of what I can do, or what I can give just to ease a little pain.  Unfortunetly many times the ideas fade before anything has been done, and I very much blame myself for that.  So, in being all that meets the eye I would have to say I come up short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Especially living openly as a follower of Christ, I not only need to step it up, but I want to!  This morning I read in Romans, "Christ is the end of the law so that there may be righteousness for everyone who believes."  And this hit me because at the time the apostle Paul wrote this, he wrote it to Romans, who ruled over the Jews that followed "the law" that God had given them.  Now Romans not really believing in one God, but in many, saw the Jews following this list of things they can and cannot do, and they just saw no reason in any of it.  Very understandable, I know growing up I didn't want to follow a list of cans and cannots.  Then the Romans come in contact with this man Paul, a very powerful Jew who hated Christ followers to the point of killing them, then all of a sudden becomes Christ's biggest follower (later writing over 75% of the new testiment).  There was something that changed in Paul, he didn't forsake the Law he was taught his whole life, but he found the end of the law in Christ!  Confused? Me to, hang in there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being a Christian today I think very much looks like being a Jew back in the day of the Roman Empire, today it seems that we are only following this list of rules of cans and cannots that the "good book" tells us to.  As much as I want to tell you this isn't true, I can't.  But I can tell you this, when I finally forgot Christianity and actually searched for Christ, it made sense, I found that everything he did he did in love.  When he cried, he cried for me &amp; you, when he laughed, he laughed with me &amp;amp; you, and when he died, he died for me &amp; you and ended "the law."  He ended the rules, the "cans and cannots."  There are no rules to love.  There are no more amounts to fulfill love.  Love is a lifestyle.  Love isn't republican.  Love isn't democrat.  Love is all that meets the eye, and yes I am less than I appear, but now you know where I'm coming from.  And now, because of Christ being the end of rules, I can now begin becoming all that meets his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  love is the end, no more rules, the rest is up to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-115774294696512031?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/115774294696512031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=115774294696512031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115774294696512031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115774294696512031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-i-all-that-meets-eye-or-less-than.html' title='Am I all that meets the eye, or less than appears?'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-115765304510879836</id><published>2006-09-07T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:18:05.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Questions...</title><content type='html'>Over the last few days I've been listening to one of ErwinMcManus's sermons he gave earlier this year, and through listening he asks three questions. These questions struck me as very important especially right now in this transitional part of my life! These are those questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Am I more than meets the eye, or less than appears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Do I give more than I take, or do I take more than I give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Do I finish what I start or do I quit before I'm done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to answer these questions, and I am scared of my future. Lifechurch (the church Hyde and I most frequently attend) just finished a series called "My Secret." Throughout this series many people came forward with thier secrets, of addictions, or cheating, or living a lie and so on. All five messages were amazing but meanwhile I sat there truly searching for my secret. I have been searching over and over my life and I really don't hold many secrets, but listening to Erwin's message these last few days, these questions have provoked my secret. I dread failure to the point I won't try. Amazing visions are usually lost in disbelief. Then doubt sets in and I become less, I begin to take and totally forget about giving, just to quit before anything ever began.&lt;br /&gt;It is sad. It is sad because I have these amazing relationships with God &amp; my wife, my friends &amp;amp; family and even strangers, that comes so naturally. I take them all for granted. So after a summer of searching I've realized "my secret," I've turned my back on the glory of God, because I'm scared of failure.&lt;br /&gt;This is my secret, and now it's out. My next few posts will be attempts to face my fear, and answer these three questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no more secrets, no more doubt. This one is up to me, and my trust &amp;amp; faith in You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-115765304510879836?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/115765304510879836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=115765304510879836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115765304510879836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115765304510879836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-questions.html' title='Three Questions...'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-115721479136487250</id><published>2006-09-02T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:33:11.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is old after all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New engagements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New ventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New inspirations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;New life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now encourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now restored to the purpose to which I &amp; we are called to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  He restored us new, now... now is up to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-115721479136487250?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/115721479136487250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=115721479136487250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115721479136487250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115721479136487250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-is-old-after-all.html' title='Nothing is old after all'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-115661881607229014</id><published>2006-08-26T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:00:16.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad!</title><content type='html'>A lot of people have asked me if I play an instrument or sing lately, but the sad fact is the only thing with music I can do well is appreciate it. But the coolest thing I receive from music is the ability to let the sounds take my mind and run wild with creativity and imagination. But then after a song is over, or the end of an album comes, creativity is held on pause until the next song or the next album comes out. When I find the right combination of music and piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;and Divine inspirations, and invigorating conversations, stuff like this comes out...&lt;br /&gt;When is it that I am going to find that place, or that piece of life, that doesn’t need the music to light imagination. I can sit for hours and hours just listening letting my mind fill and empty with each song, each verse, bridge, and chorus (and preferably a screaming finish). But back to that "place" where life feels right. Now just to clarify by right I don’t by any means mean perfect! Where what I’m doing feels right. I guess for example, the way you feel after drinking a cool glass of water, quenched but not satisfied, healthy. Yeah, healthy is a good description.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a perfect description of my life. God blessed me with a new job (my dumb ass only gets worried and apprehensive). I then go to my current job and have one of the most fun nights I’ve had in years. Then this friendship that has been developing slowly with my buddy Pete busts wide open tonight. We are both just clowns looking for a laugh, but the coolest part of it is we aren’t competing but most definitely feeding off of one another We sat down after our shift and shared many more laughs and then the "new guy" Nate (from LA) sits down next to us and starts in on our conversation, it was just to damn bad he sat on the wrong side! We began talking about GOD. I love talking about God, and Nate had awesome topics running out of his brain about Him. So we sat and talked for almost an hour round and round about God and humans, and the mutual feeling that came between us was that it is humans screwing everything up. And there was peaceful resolve, in them, but in me there was something missing. I felt as though I was the one screwing things up, like I was the problem with Christianity. The further my relationship with God seems to deepen the closer I want to know Him but the further my heart wants to be around his people. Not to slam Christians but wake the #%*@ Up! We aren’t the only people that God loves, if you truly think about it God is probably really angry with "Christians" and what we have done with His word, and what we have done in His name. Damn it! I’m the problem! I am the problem! As humans we feel that we have to have an explanation for everything, we feel as though unwanted occurrences aren’t our fault! -I mean, if as you’re reading this you find gramatical and spelling errors, it isn’t my fault, but the spell checker’s!- Well it is, it is my fault and I’m the problem. This is sobering to say! Give it a shot. I, Me, am the problem. God has never mislead me, God has never lied to me, God has never tempted me, God has never cheated me, God has never stole from me, God has never slept with me and not called the next day, and God has never given up on me when I did all of these things to other people. It is me who has screwed up His sons image! And this is where I’m going to start again. I can’t and I don’t want to change anybody else’s lives but, I can change my life. I can stop blaming everything and everybody, suck it up and blame myself realize I am the problem with God’s people, then and only then instead of screwing life up for those who don’t know God, they might see or feel a piece of Him through me. But only because God is Good, I am Not. He has allowed me to see my faults and the only thing I can do is try to fix them!&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to Pete &amp;amp; Nate, who are definitely two of the most kick ass guys I’ve met in a long damn time! I’d kick it with both of you before a great percentage of the masses (get it?)! See you at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;... after the apologies, it is up to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-115661881607229014?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/115661881607229014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=115661881607229014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115661881607229014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115661881607229014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-bad.html' title='My Bad!'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-115541065197486854</id><published>2006-08-12T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:24:12.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't smell like teen spirit anymore...</title><content type='html'>This thing called life doesn't smell like teen spirit anymore!  I'm not mad at my parents anymore and I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not going to be the lead singer in a post-hardcore alternative emo\screamo rock band.  I also know I have a mortgage to be responsible with, I can't just run out to Subway &amp; Panda Express &amp;amp; the "B.K. Lounge," or to Best Buy &amp; Zia to feed the addiction of the post-hardcore alternative emo\screamo rock music that flows into my ear!  And most of all I now have a commitment to the coolest woman I've ever met, my wife Heidi (she definetly hasn't smelled like teen spirit for a long long time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question I'm asking is, do I miss the "Teen Spirit"?  I miss the drive, the fire to absolutlely change everything I didn't like about myself or my life.  These days the "things" I'm unhappy\unsatisfied with are being put off, or just set aside.  I miss the freedom of believing that I have all the time in the world to become whatever I want to become... and the future looked soo bright!  These days the future is clouded with the question, what do I want to become?  I'm just not sure, and as frustrating as it is I've realized a few things.  I enjoy entertaining, I like being with people, I've found when I'm alone I make myself angry because I don't push myself as hard as I can go. Examples: workouts are much shorter without Heidi, nights alone are wasted in front of the t.v., the smallest task seems like the end of the world... I could go on &amp; on and all of us who read this could.  But the fact is LIFE DOES NOT SMELL LIKE TEEN SPIRIT ANYMORE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WHAT? WHY? WHO? WHERE? WHEN? HOW?  What am I running from? What am I running to? And why? Why am I running?  I'm running because there is, and there are soo many "things" that need to be done!  It is a matter of determining what these "things" are right now. A few of mine are, finding true joy in the breathes I take, loving my friends more, training the bow-wow to be a good bow-wow, leading my family through and to Christ, giving everything I've got to Heidi and making her the happiest woman alive.  Most of all though, I want to show everyone I meet in every step I take, that even when the scent of "teen spirit" is gone, and my job is exhausting and painful, that there is another Spirit inside of me and you that changes lives. Yes "teen spirit" is gone but there is the One that never goes away and it stays with us no matter how far away we run! It is a matter of embracing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been tough on me, because of selfishness, because I've been dwelling on what "should've been", and what "should be." Remember "teen spirit" is gone. GONE!  I needed a break from everything and everyone.  I received it, and found out what I'm running from... What am I running from? Love.  Who am I running from? My wife, family, friends, God.  Where am I running to? I am leaving this one to God, in other words trusting blindly.  When am I running from? The past, it is over and gone, no more teen spirit, there is only the living spirit!  Why am I running?  I'm running because I have chosen to &lt;strong&gt;live now&lt;/strong&gt; and there is so much that needs to be learned and taught, so many people to reach out to, so much help that can be given by the power of fellowship.  And lastly How am I going to run?  With a smile on my face!  I love to laugh, whether it making fun of myself, joking with friends, or listening to the unbelievable visions that God gives me, I love laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day, I still love the song "Smells Like Teen Spirit," but what it means to me has definetly changed over the years. I urge everybody reading this to listen to something that used to move you, that used to light that fire in your soul.  Then take a moment to see how far you've come, and take a glance at where you're going, and does it feel right. You will know if it is right, it is something nobody is going to be able to answer but yourself.  Can you feel that spirit you used to call "Teen Spirit" moving you. Are you smiling remembering? Are you smiling because you have no idea what is to come? Since I've remembered what I'm running for I can't stop smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, all of you.&lt;br /&gt;RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;t...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;               finding joy is up to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-115541065197486854?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/115541065197486854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=115541065197486854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115541065197486854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115541065197486854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-doesnt-smell-like-teen-spirit.html' title='It doesn&apos;t smell like teen spirit anymore...'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-115230564766498764</id><published>2006-07-07T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:54:09.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus on a Leash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Family Disputes, Job Dissatisfaction, Overweight-Mal-nutrition, Disapointing friends, Slacking Coworkers, Insecure spouses, Lying politicians, Condesending Pastors, meanwhile my king is locked in a cage just waiting to be taken for a walk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...a walk known as prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In all hard times it seems as though the "Christian Response" to anything and everything is "I'll pray for you." And in a way it makes us feel better for the time being, until we realize that this &lt;em&gt;phrase&lt;/em&gt; has become the greatest Christian cop-out ever! In my own life I know I've said "I'll pray for you" on many occasions and not only &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; prayed for that person, but not even meant it. I guess when we say it, we just expect God to take care of it no questions asked. But in all reality God has plenty of questions for us, but we're not listening. I know in this last month of not allowing hope to accuse, I have been dragging Christ aroung on a leash, just like a dog, expecting him to perform magic tricks and to just fix all of my &lt;em&gt;"problems."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Recent prayers have started like this, "Oh Lord, please...insert: family, job, weight, friends, spouse, politics, church and lastly Christ but that was only if I had time or didn't fall asleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God's answer, if I only would've stuck around to hear it I would've heard it much sooner than this morning, "Before your thoughts came to your head I've answered, did you hear them, do you &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to hear them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So this morning I've realized maybe instead of "Oh Lord, please...(laundry list)," if I take my ear plug out and my blinders off it might go something like this, "Oh Lord, Thank YOU. Thank You for your wisdom, Your son Christ who died for me, for my life, for my wife, and for every opportunity You have given me to worship a God like You! And Lord, I am sorry for my selfish heart and I'm am sorry for my attempt on restraining you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jesus on a Leash... You didn't come to solve my problems and you didn't come to perform magic tricks for us. You came to fill the holes in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whenever I've said or have been on the receiving end of "I'll pray for you," it has felt as though we just yanked the leash to make Jesus go where we want him to go... "God please help he/she meet somebody," or " God please get me a raise or a different job," "God please this, God please that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Erwin McManus recently asked, "When was the last time you did something as a result of prayer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And this hit me like a stack of bibles, because my shameful answer is, I don't know if I ever have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Prayer should be a conversation with Christ, complete with talking and listening! Not only listening but moving and changing as a result of what we have heard! God speaks to us constantly, we just have to start listening. Jesus was not meant to be put on a leash, he is not a pet. But he is our Savior, He is our King! Can you imagine what our King has in mind for our lives if he already knows what we are going to pray for!?! There is only one thing holding us back from His vision, we have to let go of the leash, and let Him have what ever we hold onto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right here is where I got lost a month ago, I was talking/asking, I was listening, but then I didn't move. I was stuck. His answer had not changed. He moved, He informed, He loved. I became stale, but this morning I was restored fresh. It was my turn to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In conversations one (us) talks, one (God) listens, then the other (God) talks and the other (Us) is supposed to listen, the conversation ends, leaving it our turn to move. He has given us everything we need to play this game. And it takes two to play a game, sometimes we just want the other player to make our moves for us, but we all know that isn't how the game is played. It is my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Go ahead lose control, let go of the leash... ...lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The most sobering realization i came across this morning is that there is no leash anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's Pray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh Lord, Thank You for the hard times we bring upon ourselves, and your wisdom to bring us out of them! We Love You Always! Amen, Amen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;... the rest is up to us! and it is our turn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-115230564766498764?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/115230564766498764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=115230564766498764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115230564766498764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115230564766498764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/07/jesus-on-leash.html' title='Jesus on a Leash'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-115230003873533759</id><published>2006-07-07T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:25:56.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go for a walk, Oh and we won't need a leash</title><content type='html'>First off I'm sorry for the lack of posts recently, I've been lacking and slacking in the whole meaning of this blog...   ...my sincerest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t... ...up to us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-115230003873533759?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/115230003873533759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=115230003873533759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115230003873533759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/115230003873533759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/07/lets-go-for-walk-oh-and-we-wont-need.html' title='Let&apos;s go for a walk, Oh and we won&apos;t need a leash'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-114979741210371612</id><published>2006-06-08T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:28:31.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What took place?" you ask...</title><content type='html'>...Well as the invitation said, this meeting would gather around sixish, right? Right! Well with our first guests (who called and said that they would be late) Ben and Ashley, a.k.a. "B&amp;A," showed up at about 7:15! &lt;em&gt;The things that make you go hmmm!&lt;/em&gt; Shortly after their arrival, Tyler, Jamie, Dan &amp;amp; Sarah, Sasha &amp; Darrick, Lyndsay (L-TRAIN) all arrived. Then we grubbed as gluttons do on beef, brauts, corn on the cobb, grilled veggies, Hyde's famous potato salad and to wash it down Hyde's secret home made lemonade! Everything was delish! Then in the middle of grubb'n our great friends Krys &amp;amp; Melissa showed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was full of laughter and fellowship, Melissa stole the laughter with her storie of what someone told her that morning after hearing her sing. The statement went something like this, "Your voice was so beautiful it made me want to rip my arms of throw them in the air!" We were on the floor with laughter! This statement now has become the banner motto of Hope Accuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HOPE WILL ACCUSE YOU RIP YOUR ARMS AND THE REST OF YOUR LIMS OFF AND THROW THEM IN THE AIR!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, we sure did have some fun with that story, thank you Melissa. Soon after dinner we all came together and I opened in prayer that God might show himself in this gathering, which He did. To start I read and explained where the inspiration of Hope Accuses began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I answered a few questions about this gathering, but we quickly moved on to Sarah who was "&lt;em&gt;Accused&lt;/em&gt;" to sing two songs for us, one was a worship song giving all glory to the Lord, then the second was a song about Thank You's, in which she dedicated to all of us there. This one was my personal favorite, Thank you Sarah you were awesome, and all of us can't wait to hear your next &lt;em&gt;accusation&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sweet lungs of Sarah, we were just about bashed in the face with "Proof!" a spoken word performance by Sasha &amp; L-Trian. "Proof" is almost 30min. long and believe me, you are hanging on every single bit of this peice of art! They synchronized, they sang, they yelled, they gave personal testimony, they rocked, not to mention they Rhymed the Bible! What?! Hell yeah, they Rhymed the Bible!!! I wanted to rip my good ear off and chuck in the air! Damn it was good, sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in closing I wrote a few things, to ask\inspire\move\ignite... the group with the vision God has given me of HopeAccuses, but the coolest thing happened to me, what I wrote was in my journal but the Spirit took control and I was able to set the notebook down, and speak from my heart. This, in front of a group, as far as I can remember has never happened to me. It was an amazing experience and I want it again. The one thing that I will never forget of this experience was the absence of fear in my heart. The whole week during the planning of this gathering my soul was constantly filled with doubt and discouragement, meanwhile God put it on my heart, Strength &amp;amp; Courage, Strength &amp; Courage, Stength &amp;amp; Courage over and over. Fear and doubt didn't exist that night, not in my heart, and hopefully not in any one else over that night either. But because some of those who wanted to be there couldn't make it I'll share this Chazown (Vision) with all of you, but you have to promise to come to the next gathering, and bring all Hope has accused you of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this dream isn't just for me. It was given to me as a vision from God. The vision is a group of people or a tight knit communitee that first connects us to God, then to the belief that God has brought each one of us together in order to reach our God Given Potential of this life. He is calling each one of us out, He wants us to use His creation to create. Which in turn makes each and every human being a creative person, and my belief is that if we come together and let the accusation of our God given potential that has been supressed by doubt and discouragement our whole lives out and let it run free, the limit of where this Anti-Hell movement could go is endless.  But we have to begin being truthful with eachother but mostly truthful with ourselves!  The dreams that keep us going when we are having our worst day can be ours if we can just realize they have come from God.  He is with us in everything, and He has given everything we need to accomplish our dreams through Christ's death.  &lt;strong&gt;After Christ...  THE REST IS UP TO US!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Accusses is going to start right now, right here, in our hearts as individuals.  But then God is going to waken each one of our creative passions. And one by one we are going to unite and form what hope is accusing us of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment, we've all had it, that moment when an idea\vision comes across your thoughts and it is so perfect you can't believe it is your thought!  Well, funny enough,  it's not yours, it is a peice of His dream, His vision.  But so many times reality sets in and we let ourselves become discouraged by lack of hope, and the dream dies.  I've tasted this dream, and the taste is so sweet, so complete.  This small taste was enough to bring me this far (writing to website to gathering to endless posibilities).  Through living I've come to realize that when I have a good idea I want to hold on to it so nobody can steal it.  But by living this way I've also realized I cannot do this alone, and when dreams and visions given by God are shared become so much better than I could have ever imagined!  I'm sharing a dream God has given me, I need your help, your dreams\ideas combined with mine.  Talk to me, let me know what visions come to you after hearing this journey in my head.  Do you want to ignite?  Lets grab these visions God gives us and put them to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This right here is a &lt;strong&gt;Rebellion Against Hell&lt;/strong&gt;!  And this is His dream, vision, and purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Purpose of Hope Accuses&lt;/strong&gt; is to &lt;strong&gt;Move&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Motivate&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Create&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ignite with Integrity&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Believe in Hope&lt;/strong&gt;, and lastly, &lt;strong&gt;Love until our hearts can beat no longer&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rest is up to us&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-114979741210371612?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/114979741210371612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=114979741210371612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114979741210371612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114979741210371612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-took-place-you-ask.html' title='&quot;What took place?&quot; you ask...'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-114962635415225457</id><published>2006-06-06T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:39:14.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonley No Longer.</title><content type='html'>Hope accused.&lt;br /&gt;A gathering took place.&lt;br /&gt;Hope is no longer alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IGNITION!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-114962635415225457?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/114962635415225457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=114962635415225457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114962635415225457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114962635415225457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/06/lonley-no-longer.html' title='Lonley No Longer.'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-114909430017704865</id><published>2006-05-31T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:08:27.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday June 4th ---Six o'clockish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The official first gathering of Hope Accuses is going to take place on (look at the title), we will gather at my (Chris &amp; Heidi's) house. The grill will be fired up, so please bring your own protein (don't worry about seasoning, I have plenty), or if you would like to bring your own dish, I've got plenty of protein either way it doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Also, about what will be taking place on Sunday: I will be giving my testimony on what I feel God wants Hope Accuses to become. I will go first and I will finish when everyone has had a chance to speak up if they choose. By speaking up I'm asking everyone that if they have had something tugging on their heart that just will not go away that they share it with me and us.  This will be the forming of Hope Accuses, and I know what I see it as, I need to know what you see it as, so together we will make this happen.  I know I cannot do this alone, so any ideas will be welcome.  Just know that the purpose of this movement is first to connect people to God, then to ignite the potential he has given each and every one of us.  I need you to pull this off...  &lt;strong&gt;...Just remember this were only trying to change the world...&lt;/strong&gt; more info later, sorry I have to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  And the rest is up to us!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-114909430017704865?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/114909430017704865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=114909430017704865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114909430017704865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114909430017704865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunday-june-4th-six-oclockish.html' title='Sunday June 4th ---Six o&apos;clockish!'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-114849719856587848</id><published>2006-05-24T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:45:14.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the gun to my head</title><content type='html'>I feel as though there is a gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;and unfortunetly i need it there to make me do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that needs to occur for me to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pull the trigger... die to what leads me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer distract me&lt;br /&gt;No longer lead me from potential&lt;br /&gt;No longer discourage the "leap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the hole in my head relieve all of the distrust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apollogize for the graphic nature of this post, but i'm being discouraged and my strength has wilted, ever since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to die to this discouragement, and focus on what this revolution is calling me to.&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen more. Believe in faith and let Him lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of pulling the trigger maybe i might turn around and look straight down the barrel and let the evil one know that the trigger is not his to pull, but God's, and just maybe one more battle will be taken in the name of hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to die to discouragement, but rise up after the beating, and let evil know I am ready for more. Yes I failed this time, but it only made me stronger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;X...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And the rest is up to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-114849719856587848?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/114849719856587848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=114849719856587848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114849719856587848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114849719856587848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/05/ode-to-gun-to-my-head.html' title='Ode to the gun to my head'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-114756380507719993</id><published>2006-05-13T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:27:53.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vision of what this could be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-Today "hope" accused me to help some good friends into their new house, and meanwhile I had the chance to talk to another great friend also helping (well he kinda helped, haha) Brian. I was able to give him the scoop of this developing hell rebellion. And ever since this morning different visions are continuing to run across the sight of my future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope Accuses is going to start here, in our hearts, as individuals.  But then God is going to waken each one of our individual creative passions. And one by one we are going to unite and form what hope is accusing us of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I've seen so far is music, lots of music, poetry (stuff that everyone can understand), art, a lot of art, community, and an inspiring message from God. We\this will not be confined to one place either, we will move, and it is going to have to start small, in little venues, maybe churches, maybe coffee shops.  But it will grow, we are going move up to clubs and then arenas, and after that global travel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I know this is hard to see now, especially since it is all in my head and this blog, but I promise it is only from God.  This is the only way I can put any Faith into this crazy vision known as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HopeAccuses...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the rest is up to us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-114756380507719993?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/114756380507719993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=114756380507719993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114756380507719993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114756380507719993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/05/vision-of-what-this-could-be.html' title='A vision of what this could be...'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-114727433176729019</id><published>2006-05-10T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:17:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Door is Open... (Where the Hell Do We Go Now?!)</title><content type='html'>... As Bilbo Bagins always said, "It's risky business stepping out of your front door..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord, my God, said to me and all others, "Be strong and courageous..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I might lead those who believe and those who don't to their God Given Potential. Oh Lord please make me strong that I might teach others, and please give me the courage to spread hope like a wild fire among these dead life feilds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Lord, my God said, "be strong and very courageous..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I came to understand was to Know and Listen to the Lord, my God. Do not sway one way or another, love the Lord, listen to what He puts on your\my heart. Do not take it too lightly and do not be condemning... Know God... "that you may be succesful &lt;strong&gt;wherever&lt;/strong&gt; you may go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again the Lord, Our God, said "Have I not commanded you?" (OH COME ON!) "Be Strong and Courageous. Do not be terrified. Do not be discouraged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord, Yours and My God will be with us &lt;strong&gt;wherever&lt;/strong&gt; we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where the hell are we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't know, but the Lord my God does know. And He has promised me He will be with me. Although it is risky business stepping out the front door I have no reason to be scared of what &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; happen and no reason to become discouraged with my situation (what ever it may be), because God is Good. Because He is with me and he is with you there can be good in anything... ...everything. We just have to open our eyes, and step through the open door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Be strong, know the Lord, our God and listen to His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Be courageous, take that step armed in faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through faith comes truth. In truth trust.  Trust the Lord God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, thank God that God is not just a "thing." Thank God that He is not just a posession like keys, phone, i-pod... We leave these "things" behind time after time. We forget.  Let's be honest, we forget\leave behind the one "thing" that promises He will be with us wherever we go... ...no matter how lost I get... ...no matter how lost we get... ...when was the last time God forgot us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (mostly me) have got to remember "&lt;strong&gt;WHEREVER&lt;/strong&gt;" the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; we go, through strength and courage God has promised us victory over the hell we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the door is open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the victory has been won... ...but there are still battles yet to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside my door is an antihell revolution stirring all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am humbling myself by letting you know i cannot do this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope is accusing me, calling me to the front lines... calling all of those accused by hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Strength &amp; Courage... stand with me... tell me your peice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thanx chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...     And the rest is up to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-114727433176729019?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/114727433176729019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=114727433176729019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114727433176729019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114727433176729019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/05/door-is-open-where-hell-do-we-go-now.html' title='The Door is Open... (Where the Hell Do We Go Now?!)'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-114701415356527527</id><published>2006-05-07T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T08:02:33.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Where the hell do we go now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-as soon as I find my notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-114701415356527527?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/114701415356527527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=114701415356527527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114701415356527527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114701415356527527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-hell-do-we-go-now-as-soon-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-114616739780022505</id><published>2006-04-26T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:49:57.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The door is open...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope Accuses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is not a myth,&lt;br /&gt;                  hope is real&lt;br /&gt;and it causes people like you and I to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I've felt hope so faint, because dwelling on what is now, and what was then, just seems too over bearing...                         ...but isn't that the point of the whole idea of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we can say yesterday was bad, and last year was worse...&lt;br /&gt;                             ...but the last time i checked tomorrow is not here yet. And who knows what could happen an hour from this proggressive moment right now.&lt;br /&gt; Right Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        This conviction, this Divine Prophecy, is calling my name, and the Divine Prophecy is calling your heart also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Hope is accusing me&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Hope is accusing us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is accusing me right now to speak to any ears that might fall upon this movement/conviction/revolution.&lt;br /&gt;Hope is accusing me to forget and more so to forgive myself for last year and yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;  What might I be able to do now, with hope...&lt;br /&gt;Hope is accusing me of not loving to my total loving capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is hope accusing you of?                                                                         Shout it at me, and maybe, just maybe, our endless God Given Potential could be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is Divine&lt;br /&gt;                        Hope is not a lie,              not a myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget this over and over and                          over&lt;br /&gt;      but one day this reality known as hope revealed it's self to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want to share this experience with you, but it is too exciting to be put into a writing, I'd much rather tell you in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't touch it, I couldn't see it,&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't deny it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Accused me of giving up....                                       ...All evidence pointed to guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    And all I could do is enter my plea of guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Divine Prophecy's verdict came back...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    ...Forgiven        with terms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Go and forever spread hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;X...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and with this the rest is up to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-114616739780022505?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/114616739780022505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=114616739780022505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114616739780022505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114616739780022505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/04/door-is-open.html' title='The door is open...'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26966787.post-114599670205775046</id><published>2006-04-25T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:25:02.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The begining of "hope accuses..."</title><content type='html'>...a revolution of the soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            ...yours and mine...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    ...Hope Accuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                      Has it accused you lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26966787-114599670205775046?l=hopeaccuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/feeds/114599670205775046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26966787&amp;postID=114599670205775046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114599670205775046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26966787/posts/default/114599670205775046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopeaccuses.blogspot.com/2006/04/begining-of-hope-accuses.html' title='The begining of &quot;hope accuses...&quot;'/><author><name>Chris Reece</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574859454494438281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
