<?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-7826996</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:15:19.242+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Revolution</title><subtitle type='html'>When God speaks, you just have to listen!

These are the visions, dreams, thoughts &amp; God whispers from revolutionaries in the making...

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826996.post-113465032795476259</id><published>2005-12-15T23:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:38:47.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Favour</title><summary type='text'>Dudes, going with the colloquial language tonight.Today I was talking on the phone about God's favour. About being obedient to God even when others don't approve of what you're doing or don't understand or get misconceptions of you....I was perceived to be lazy in not finding a job, but God's been teaching me over the last year that there were more important things to focus on and that jobs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113465032795476259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=113465032795476259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/113465032795476259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/113465032795476259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/gods-favour.html' title='God&apos;s Favour'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-113398943962594515</id><published>2005-12-08T07:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:03:59.650+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking big means thinking small (at times)</title><summary type='text'>Following on from last night's conversation, I thought I'd write something here for other people to read because I feel its relevant at this point in time.I often say, don't put God in a box. But that's hard to avoid. we are, after all, human. Imperfections and all. but there are things to remember that let God out of the box and this is one of them.I keep thinking about the example of trees... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113398943962594515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=113398943962594515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/113398943962594515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/113398943962594515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/12/thinking-big-means-thinking-small-at.html' title='Thinking big means thinking small (at times)'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-112891323125671155</id><published>2005-10-10T12:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:02:05.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wilderness...</title><summary type='text'>So I pulled out this verse from Nehemiah right, out of nowhere and it very much reminds me of that Deut passage (I think?) but its no random thing that I found it.Nehemiah is this dude talking to God basically about how faithful He has been to Israel, even though they haven't been always."But in your great mercy you did not abandom them to die in the wilderness. The pillar of cloud still led them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112891323125671155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=112891323125671155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112891323125671155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112891323125671155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/wilderness.html' title='The Wilderness...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-112770737105259397</id><published>2005-09-26T13:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:09:00.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>backcourt training.</title><summary type='text'>Back court training nobody sees  you're working your heart out  for an audience of trees   and nobody  knows   not a clue where you go   you're just out there on your own    you're up with the sunrise  frost still on the lawn  you're  beating your body telling it  Come on! Come on!   And nothing can stop you     not  even the rain   you just do it again and again       i wanna be found back court</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112770737105259397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=112770737105259397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112770737105259397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112770737105259397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/backcourt-training.html' title='backcourt training.'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-112676943030190494</id><published>2005-09-15T17:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:30:30.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a timely reminder</title><summary type='text'>I read this post on another blog today and was reminded of something that God talked to me about a while ago... check it out and see if God speaks to you through it too...http://joshharrisblogson.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-to-cheat-my-blog.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112676943030190494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=112676943030190494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112676943030190494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112676943030190494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/timely-reminder.html' title='a timely reminder'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-112297027207281238</id><published>2005-08-02T17:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:11:12.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over the past few months, I've often thought to myself, all through my life, there's been this trend of getting at least one thing/discipline/etc downpat at any one time.... but then somehow, I've lost the plot, lost focus for a moment in time and after I fall down, or not even really fall, just take my eye of the mark for a sec, I've not picked up where I've left off and instead taken the harder</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112297027207281238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=112297027207281238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112297027207281238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112297027207281238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/over-past-few-months-ive-often-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-112211413403277011</id><published>2005-07-23T20:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:22:43.880+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So anyways, the other night I went to bed really early for a "nap"...... what was a nap turned into the night's sleep! lol. and I woke up at around 3am, hungry and stuff and pretty much wide awake.Well..... as it turns out, I turned the tv on while I was eating for some reason (even though I knew nothing would be on (c'mon! it was like 3am in the morning! infomercial time!))What was on tv? This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112211413403277011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=112211413403277011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112211413403277011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/112211413403277011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-anyways-other-night-i-went-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-111702717239252751</id><published>2005-05-25T23:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:19:32.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really into Bec St James music atm. There's this one song I can't go past... here's some of the words...Go &amp; Sin no More.I’ve sinned come on my kneesFor I’m not worthy of Your loveHow could You die for me such graceCould only come from GodOh Lord, You search and You know meYou see me inside outGod, You alone can forgive meErase my fear and my doubtFather You pick me up I feel like a child in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111702717239252751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=111702717239252751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111702717239252751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111702717239252751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-really-into-bec-st-james-music-atm.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-111693074511621491</id><published>2005-05-24T20:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:32:25.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Following on from last night...Here's what Joyce says..."Are you doing what I used to do? Are you so busy trying to figure out the future that in the process you are becoming more and more confused? If so, you are getting the same result from reasoning beyond the point of sensible planning that everyone else gets - confusion! If you will make a decision to trust God and wait on Him, He will give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111693074511621491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=111693074511621491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111693074511621491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111693074511621491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/following-on-from-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-111684552447438272</id><published>2005-05-23T20:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:52:04.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't need to be a "know-it-all"</title><summary type='text'>I my reading time today, I read "Teenagers are people too" by Joyce Meyer. A few things stood out to me which I wanted to share.Check this out, it's joyce meyer speaking..."Then God began dealing with me about the call on my life and about preparing for it. I kept trying to do that but never seemed to have enough time. Finally, I went to a part-time job even though I knew in my heart that God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111684552447438272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=111684552447438272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111684552447438272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111684552447438272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-need-to-be-know-it-all.html' title='Don&apos;t need to be a &quot;know-it-all&quot;'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-111667279101473111</id><published>2005-05-21T20:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:53:13.076+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke 10:19-20</title><summary type='text'>"I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you. However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven." - Jesus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111667279101473111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=111667279101473111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111667279101473111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111667279101473111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/luke-1019-20.html' title='Luke 10:19-20'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-111655863322954247</id><published>2005-05-20T12:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:10:33.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding YOU.</title><summary type='text'>I feel that so many times I look in the mirror and ask myself, who is that girl staring back in the mirror? Who is it?And I've been just trying to get to the bottom of it all...I am me. no one else is the same as me and no one else will ever be the same as me. But there's times when, for some weird reason, I decide I'm turning into my friends or my family... and it's those times that I looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111655863322954247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=111655863322954247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111655863322954247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111655863322954247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/finding-you.html' title='Finding YOU.'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-111649979114250561</id><published>2005-05-19T20:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:51:37.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><summary type='text'>To start something assumes that one day you will finish that something. I start a very many things, and yet end up finishing very few things. And I feel it in my life. I know that I have uncomplete things. Everyone says stuff about finishing what you start, but I guess the words have become desensitised to me of late. I have incomplete emails in my inbox. Why? Because I've started so many times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111649979114250561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=111649979114250561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111649979114250561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/111649979114250561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-110691571392642609</id><published>2005-01-28T23:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:35:13.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Would we be like Lleyton Hewitt or Andy Roddick?</title><summary type='text'>We've done this thing of sport comparisons quite a bit, but let's do it again hey.I've just had this constant repetitive voice in my head saying "post this!"Just finished watching the tennis with my mum. My mum and I love to spend time together, and mum loves the tennis. Just quietly, I never really liked the tennis, but because mum was into it, I got into it as well and now it's so easy to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110691571392642609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=110691571392642609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110691571392642609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110691571392642609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/01/would-we-be-like-lleyton-hewitt-or.html' title='Would we be like Lleyton Hewitt or Andy Roddick?'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-110656961286697694</id><published>2005-01-24T23:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T23:26:52.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"song" (unknown title)</title><summary type='text'>Open up the heavensLet Your presence fall upon usAn as we walk by faithThe chains that bind will breakWalls of darkness will fallStrongholds will breakWe, Your people will ariseFlood our livesFlood our homesFlood our cityFlood our nationFlood our worldInvade our livesInvade our homesInvade our cityInvade our nationInvade our worldcopyright Carli Duncan 2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110656961286697694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=110656961286697694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110656961286697694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110656961286697694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/01/song-unknown-title.html' title='&quot;song&quot; (unknown title)'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-110510321453155438</id><published>2005-01-07T23:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:06:54.533+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2 unlikely items</title><summary type='text'>here's something for you to chew on...I don't smoke, and I don't drink alcohol (surprised?!)And yet, I sit here and in my possession I have a lighter and a bottle opener.Let me explain.I have them for work as I have found out that when you need either of these particular items, they inevitably go "missing".This would be ok for me, except that I have to open bottles of wine for customers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110510321453155438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=110510321453155438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110510321453155438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110510321453155438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/01/2-unlikely-items.html' title='2 unlikely items'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-110488812512529395</id><published>2005-01-05T13:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T12:22:05.126+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FAST</title><summary type='text'>just some excerts from my new years resolution journal entry. (yes i do realise i have written this kinda thing before...)"I just feel for me that God is saying – you know exactly what to do. Set some rules and do it. like training for the army, no slacking off, no sleeping in, no junk food, no distractions etc. that 40 days in aug/sept was it. that’s how I know I can and should be living. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110488812512529395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=110488812512529395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110488812512529395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110488812512529395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/01/fast.html' title='FAST'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-110484852629035539</id><published>2005-01-05T01:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T01:22:06.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'>influence</title><summary type='text'>I honestly didn't think too many people were watching me, checking out my life, checking that I'm who I say I am...That's not to say that I am not who I say I am, just that I have not been aware just how many people I come into contact with each day. And to each one, I am someone who they talk to, someone they are learning about.It's becoming more and more clear to me that God's given me such</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110484852629035539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=110484852629035539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110484852629035539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110484852629035539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2005/01/influence.html' title='influence'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-110291088507055058</id><published>2004-12-13T15:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T15:08:05.070+11:00</updated><title type='text'>worship</title><summary type='text'>Something just occurred to me. And I thought to share.Worship leaders have been revolutionising the world for centuries, even for millenniums.We think these days of traditional and contemporary worship… what was traditional worship many centuries ago? That’s right, it was contemporary. Worship leaders, songwriters – they’ve developed and created a “new” song. In Psalms, it’s often mentioned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110291088507055058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=110291088507055058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110291088507055058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110291088507055058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/12/worship.html' title='worship'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-110277156676340533</id><published>2004-12-11T23:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T02:00:38.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know what I'm doing here. All I know, is that I felt compelled when I logged on to write a few emails to friends tonight, to bring up this page (for the first time in like a month) and then to click the "create new post" button.This is what I have to post, courtesy of Andrew's online journal.-Understand the power of a list.-Write down lists regarding everything you lead and manage.-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110277156676340533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=110277156676340533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110277156676340533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110277156676340533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dont-know-what-im-doing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-110034787065795146</id><published>2004-11-13T22:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:11:10.656+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 52:7-10</title><summary type='text'>"How beautiful on the mountainsare the feet of the messenger bringing good news,Breaking the news that all's well,proclaiming good times, announcing salvation,telling Zion, "Your God reigns!"Voices! Listen! Your scouts are shouting, thunderclap shouts,shouting in joyful unison.They see with their own eyesGod coming back to Zion.Break into song! Boom it out, ruins of Jerusalem:"God has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110034787065795146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=110034787065795146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110034787065795146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110034787065795146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/11/isaiah-527-10.html' title='Isaiah 52:7-10'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-110034673143502643</id><published>2004-11-13T22:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:52:11.436+11:00</updated><title type='text'>God is the real thing!</title><summary type='text'>I just opened me Bible to Jeremiah 10:10 and read this..."But God is the real thing - the living God, the eternal king. When He's angry, Earth shakes. Yes, and the godless nations quake." (The Message)And it's like, God's saying to me afresh that He's the real thing! Like, I remember hearing this illustration about coke. This guy saying that there's heaps of imitations of coke, but there's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110034673143502643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=110034673143502643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110034673143502643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/110034673143502643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/11/god-is-real-thing.html' title='God is the real thing!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109905892885284394</id><published>2004-10-29T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T00:08:48.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><summary type='text'>I've been just so challenged as I've listened to twenty-four by Switchfoot.Particularly by the part that says, "Life is not what I thought it was twenty-four hours ago. Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with you. And I'm not who I thought I was twenty-four hours ago. Still I'm signing Spirit take me up in arms with you." and the part that says, "I want to see miracles, To see the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109905892885284394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109905892885284394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109905892885284394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109905892885284394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109828919221123682</id><published>2004-10-21T02:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T02:19:52.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Vujicic</title><summary type='text'>There really is no excuse for not living the life that God has purposed for you to live. The words, "I can't" don't exist. But the words, "I won't" unfortunately do.I was reminded of this guy I met at hillsong conference this year. His name is Nick, and he has no arms and no legs. And yet, that isn't something he uses as an excuse to sit around and do nothing all day... instead, he has become </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109828919221123682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109828919221123682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109828919221123682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109828919221123682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/nick-vujicic.html' title='Nick Vujicic'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109798501620691689</id><published>2004-10-17T13:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:50:16.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Displaced</title><summary type='text'>Displaced is about a time in my life that lasted for many years on and off up until about 3 or 4 years ago. At first the time was really intensely what is written here, and then there would be many situations where I chose to react in this way. I praise God because I am living with Him now, through all situations.I tried to push You awayTried to displace You in my lifeThrew away all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109798501620691689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109798501620691689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109798501620691689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109798501620691689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/displaced.html' title='Displaced'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109785235472322181</id><published>2004-10-16T00:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:39:06.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love</title><summary type='text'>*I talked to Tim about how I felt that I needed to write a song about falling in love with Jesus, and I just did, so I thought I'd share it here. I love Jesus sooo much!*dedicated to the One I owe all I am to.... my Dad - The King!You're holding my handEver so gently, ever so lovinglyYou're walking so close beside meAnd I can't help but fall deeperIn love with YouI look into Your eyes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109785235472322181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109785235472322181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109785235472322181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109785235472322181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in Love'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109784881700067616</id><published>2004-10-15T23:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T00:00:17.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lost meaning...</title><summary type='text'>God's been opening my eyes to how much words used today have lost their meaning, and in fact, some words that weren't accepted in society, now have been reinvented to mean something positive... however, that initial negative meaning is still at the words roots so to speak.You just have to listen to a conversation in a public high school to realise that words have lost their meaning. I think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109784881700067616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109784881700067616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109784881700067616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109784881700067616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost-meaning.html' title='lost meaning...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109784702805684845</id><published>2004-10-15T23:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:30:28.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>trust</title><summary type='text'>Some people I know would tell you that trust is believing someone when they give you their word about something...Others I know would say that trust is a risk...And tonight I was curious, what does trust really mean?So I went digging in the dictionary and one definition stood out above the rest... The definition was one word: hope.All those times when the word trust is mentioned, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109784702805684845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109784702805684845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109784702805684845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109784702805684845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/trust.html' title='trust'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109771930100177697</id><published>2004-10-14T11:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T12:01:41.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>catching fish</title><summary type='text'>Just opened my bible to Luke 5 and peters been fishing all night and not caught a thing, but Jesus tells him to put his nets down in the deep water. And he just obeys and pulls in the biggest catch ever. I just so feel that God is saying to me and maybe victory in general – you’ve been trying so hard to get your friends saved, talking to them, inviting them to stuff... But nothings happening. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109771930100177697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109771930100177697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109771930100177697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109771930100177697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/catching-fish.html' title='catching fish'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109758254109365945</id><published>2004-10-12T21:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T22:02:21.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'>just had to say!</title><summary type='text'>I was inspired tonight as I talked to Ian. Like, I was a little in a crazy mood on the phone and stuff, but he told me about his and a group of guys' fast from tv, net etc... and I was reminded of how much discipline it takes to take on a fast and stuff... It's so hard to explain, but I wanted to write on here that all the guys doing it are champs!I have this huge passion hey, to spur them on! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109758254109365945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109758254109365945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109758254109365945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109758254109365945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-had-to-say.html' title='just had to say!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109741419567524510</id><published>2004-10-10T23:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T23:16:35.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HISTORY</title><summary type='text'>I know that God wanted me to write this up, to give a bit of “history” if you like… And as I sit here, my mind wants to give you a complete comprehensive detailing of everything I remember, but I know that all I’ve been called to do is to give a brief summary.On July 24th, late at night, God staged a meeting between the 2 most unlikely people. I remember logging online and not really wanting to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109741419567524510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109741419567524510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109741419567524510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109741419567524510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/history.html' title='HISTORY'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109741107983978403</id><published>2004-10-10T22:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:24:39.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget your roots</title><summary type='text'>I dunno, I just had this God whisper and God said to me, "Don't forget your roots"...And immediately this vision came into my head...There's this amazing, old gumtree that is so tall and beautiful... A young girl and her grandfather are walking past and this young girl makes the comment because she's only 4 saying, "I wanna be big like that tree when I grow up papa!" And her grandfather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109741107983978403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109741107983978403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109741107983978403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109741107983978403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-forget-your-roots.html' title='Don&apos;t forget your roots'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109740957288277519</id><published>2004-10-10T21:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:02:49.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting back to bare minimum and remembering the cross</title><summary type='text'>Something I was going to write in my journal, but felt I needed to write it here first:I really feel that of late, that all too familiar clutter has started to creep back into my life. Filling up life with stuff just for the sake of doing something, not actually for any real purpose. And it's so much of a waste. All this time I'm "using" is time that I'm actually wasting.And then God like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109740957288277519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109740957288277519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109740957288277519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109740957288277519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/cutting-back-to-bare-minimum-and.html' title='Cutting back to bare minimum and remembering the cross'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109737178644695062</id><published>2004-10-10T11:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T11:29:46.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Colossians 2:20-23</title><summary type='text'>"If you have died with Christ to the elementary principles of the world, why, as if you were living in the world, do you submit yourself to decrees, such as, "Do not handle, do not taste, do not touch!" (which refer to things destined to perish with use) - in accordance with the commandments and teachings of men? These are matters which have, to be sure, the appearance of wisdom in self-made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109737178644695062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109737178644695062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109737178644695062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109737178644695062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/colossians-220-23.html' title='Colossians 2:20-23'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109733437378620120</id><published>2004-10-10T01:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T01:06:13.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility works!</title><summary type='text'>Im just so stoked that little Jonny Howard’s won the election once again. Its just so good that the humble, honest, men of integrity and truth get honoured and lifted up and succeed. Get put in the high place. Gives me such encouragement that the word of God is so true, even in the highest levels of this big bad world, it still rings true. “Humble yourself and I will lift you up”.One of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109733437378620120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109733437378620120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109733437378620120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109733437378620120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/humility-works.html' title='Humility works!'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7826996.post-109733128114551398</id><published>2004-10-10T00:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T01:09:08.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wartime Action</title><summary type='text'>ive just got home from watching some war movie. now i really dont like war movies but i was just so stirred in this one. i just so feel that God is saying that we are in a war. we are not on holidays (yet). so lets act like it.since the fast things have petered off a bit and ive become a bit slack and sometimes walked away from God to enjoying some of the little pleasures i frequented before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109733128114551398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109733128114551398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109733128114551398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109733128114551398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/wartime-action.html' title='Wartime Action'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109732523480469646</id><published>2004-10-09T22:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:33:54.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be?!</title><summary type='text'>Joel 2:2b-11a"So there is a great and mighty people; There has never been anything like it, Nor will there be again after it To the years of many generations. A fire consumes before them And behind them a flame burns. The land is like the garden of Eden before them But a desolate wilderness behind them, And nothing at all escapes them. Their appearance is like the appearance of horses;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109732523480469646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109732523480469646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109732523480469646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109732523480469646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be?!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109731025788617995</id><published>2004-10-09T17:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:24:17.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'>babbling</title><summary type='text'>I read something in my devos the other day that is so spot on.It was about when you pray, don't babble...And something truly stood out to me, well actually, 2 things did.one was that when you sit down to a meal created almost entirely of grease and fat, it is pretty silly to sit down and ask God to bless that food to your body! I don't know about you, but grace had become somewhat of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109731025788617995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109731025788617995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109731025788617995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109731025788617995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/babbling.html' title='babbling'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109729111770261055</id><published>2004-10-09T13:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:05:17.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><summary type='text'>The last few weeks, actually months and even years - this has stopped me from reaching my God-given potential... that whole "she'll be right" syndrome...Many a time, I've said, "I'll do it later!" or "Just a few more minutes and I'll be there" or something along those lines...It's not good enough! Now's the time we have to ACT, and not just act sometime, but ACT NOW! TODAY!There's this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109729111770261055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109729111770261055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109729111770261055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109729111770261055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109697607742537333</id><published>2004-10-05T21:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:34:37.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious Revolution?</title><summary type='text'>well, after meeting for breakfast i was stirred about the how religious we are and all. but since then, after meeting with everyone a few times i know i dont need to be saying anything here.just that i so feel that God is saying that there is going to be absolutely nothing religious about this revolution that is comming. its just simply going to be His people, doing life together His way. we so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109697607742537333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109697607742537333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109697607742537333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109697607742537333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/10/religious-revolution.html' title='Religious Revolution?'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109590025593854890</id><published>2004-09-23T10:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T10:44:15.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>a reminder from God...</title><summary type='text'>Had a God Whisper to post something so here it is!About 3 years ago, at Hillsong (the year that Blessed was released), I challenged God. Of course, at the time I didn't think that God woud take up my challenge, but I was fully wrong and got a huge surprise at the end of conference.My challenge to God was this:"God, I want to do something big, I'm ready... do something that I won't expect at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109590025593854890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109590025593854890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109590025593854890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109590025593854890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/reminder-from-god.html' title='a reminder from God...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109558465274813935</id><published>2004-09-19T19:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T06:11:11.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the Call!</title><summary type='text'>1. God's been telling me that it's like I'm a plane and He's been taxiing me these past few months to align me with the runway so I can take off and fly... and over these next few weeks, God's gonna start me off down that runway, building up speed as I go so that I can successfully take off on October 2nd and SOAR!!!2. God's been giving me visions of amazing amazing scenes. Gorgeous pictures </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109558465274813935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109558465274813935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109558465274813935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109558465274813935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-on-call.html' title='More on the Call!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109543408920177001</id><published>2004-09-18T01:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T01:14:49.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>one day God will be Famous</title><summary type='text'>And yesterday at work in my break I had some dinner and then God said to go outside for a walk and I walk past the sanity shop and they’ve got switchfoot playing!! Again – it’s the second time ive heard it. And so I go inside the shop and im talking to the dude about how ive known the band for years and that im stoked that theyre finally making it big and stuff. And as im walking back to work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109543408920177001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109543408920177001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109543408920177001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109543408920177001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/one-day-god-will-be-famous.html' title='one day God will be Famous'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109539157899653195</id><published>2004-09-17T13:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T13:26:18.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego Generation</title><summary type='text'>Steve Porter, my spiritual mentor and friend, wrote this in one of his books, "Crocodile Meat"...THE SHADRACH, MESHACH, AND ABEDNEGO GENERATION"When you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze." Isaiah 43:2Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, were three Jewish refugees from Jerusalem who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109539157899653195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109539157899653195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109539157899653195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109539157899653195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/shadrach-meshach-and-abednego.html' title='The Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego Generation'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109533286273055338</id><published>2004-09-16T21:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T21:07:42.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Deuteronomy 4:2</title><summary type='text'>"Do not add to what I command you and do not subtract from it, but keep the commands of the Lord your God." This is key.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109533286273055338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109533286273055338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109533286273055338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109533286273055338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/deuteronomy-42.html' title='Deuteronomy 4:2'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109533277166783407</id><published>2004-09-16T21:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T21:06:11.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 10:31</title><summary type='text'>"So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109533277166783407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109533277166783407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109533277166783407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109533277166783407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/1-corinthians-1031.html' title='1 Corinthians 10:31'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109525448689376425</id><published>2004-09-15T23:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:21:26.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'>challenged</title><summary type='text'>I was challenged to look back at the last weeks posts and you know what, God's been saying the same thing to us over the last week through many different illustrations and stuff and we keep writing it down obediently, but God's there just going, "When is all the stuff I'm telling you and instructing you to do, going to be planted in your heart?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109525448689376425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109525448689376425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109525448689376425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109525448689376425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/challenged.html' title='challenged'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109522929413163118</id><published>2004-09-15T16:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:27:41.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed or overcomer?</title><summary type='text'>Mark 4:36-40Leaving the crowd, they (the disciples) took Him along with them in a boat, just as He was; and other boats were with Him. And there arose a fierce gale of wind, and the waves were breaking over the boat so much that the boat was already filling up. Jesus Himself was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke Him and said to Him, "Teacher, do You not care that we are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109522929413163118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109522929413163118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109522929413163118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109522929413163118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/overwhelmed-or-overcomer.html' title='overwhelmed or overcomer?'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109517067641443070</id><published>2004-09-15T00:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T00:09:12.510+10:00</updated><title type='text'>looking forward while running</title><summary type='text'>I had a revelation today while writing in my journal... this is what I wrote..."I am fully one of those people who has attempted to change the past on more than one occasion. It’s like, I decided I wasn’t satisfied with the past and instead of learning lessons so I didn’t go back there again, I felt that I needed to go back to the past and fix it up. But you can’t change what’s already been. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109517067641443070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109517067641443070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109517067641443070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109517067641443070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/looking-forward-while-running.html' title='looking forward while running'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109516874316404655</id><published>2004-09-14T23:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:32:23.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Certainty</title><summary type='text'>The earth twists and turnsit groans in agonyand every uncertaintythat has ever beencollapses from exhaustionand the only certaintythat has ever beenhas tears of waitingCertainty waits for allthe big and not so bigquestions within uncertaintiesto kneel before himand simply say,"You are the certainty,You know me certainly"RACHAEL NEARY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109516874316404655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109516874316404655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109516874316404655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109516874316404655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/certainty.html' title='Certainty'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109514114746092784</id><published>2004-09-14T15:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T00:45:16.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'>guys/girls</title><summary type='text'>Had I been asked a month ago if I’d ever read a book about relationships, I would have gone no way. Was it because I was repelled by such books? No. What it was – was this false perception that I didn’t need to read such books. That those kind of books were just gonna tell me what I already knew. Was that the right perspective for me to have, the right outlook? No.I found myself picking up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109514114746092784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109514114746092784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109514114746092784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109514114746092784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/guysgirls.html' title='guys/girls'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109512642114105182</id><published>2004-09-14T11:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T11:47:01.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>snailmail, email, msn...</title><summary type='text'>i just feel God is so impressing apon me the notion of speed - that He wants to speed this whole thing up, speed up what He's doing in our lives. have less down time, less wasted time, less waiting, just foot down flat out going for it.and i feel alot has to do with how much we limit him. hes saying get rid of the notion of sticking to the speed limits, i can and want to take you way faster </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109512642114105182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109512642114105182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109512642114105182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109512642114105182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/snailmail-email-msn.html' title='snailmail, email, msn...'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109504553825192477</id><published>2004-09-13T13:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T13:18:58.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years ago - He was tellin me the same stuff!</title><summary type='text'>Get this, I found a notebook that I filled up with poems and songs in 2001 (the year that I was full on writing everyday constantly throughout the day), and I found this one thing I wrote and it’s called Rise up (in the army of God)... and I wrote underneath it "words of God, An inspirational song"... I don’t really think it was much good as a song and as I look back I’m kinda like, "it’s so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109504553825192477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109504553825192477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109504553825192477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109504553825192477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/3-years-ago-he-was-tellin-me-same.html' title='3 years ago - He was tellin me the same stuff!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109497832337391884</id><published>2004-09-12T18:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:38:43.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wrote this today.</title><summary type='text'>12/9/04Yesterday was one of those days. Those days when you feel tired for some reason and don’t really shake it off. And God revealed to me why it was. I am awakened by the Word of God, by prayer and by quiet time with Him – my Father. And yesterday I didn’t have enough of that. I was slack. And I suffered the consequences. All day I could have changed it, had I just opened up my Bible and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109497832337391884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109497832337391884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109497832337391884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109497832337391884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/wrote-this-today.html' title='wrote this today.'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109496565577905722</id><published>2004-09-12T14:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T15:07:35.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>POST FAST</title><summary type='text'>i was just at work the other day and i wrote down all this stuff Godwas speaking to me, mostly concerning the fast, or rather the postfast period.ill quote it exactly:"POST FAST-speed, up the tempo, flatout doing everthing you've called me, notime to sit around watching. be.- write, sing, design, create, make-immerse yourself in your work + God + relationships-run.the fast has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109496565577905722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109496565577905722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109496565577905722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109496565577905722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-fast.html' title='POST FAST'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109496419381410504</id><published>2004-09-12T14:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:43:13.813+10:00</updated><title type='text'>tv turnoff</title><summary type='text'>God's just been showing me that tv has no place in my life. absolutely no place. and i was like 'but God, what about all those times you spoke to me through what i saw on tv?' and He just reminded me that everytime he spoke to me through tv he was just saying the same thing over and over - that i should turn it off and go and live life. Gods just been showing me that theres 2 types of people in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109496419381410504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109496419381410504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109496419381410504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109496419381410504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/tv-turnoff.html' title='tv turnoff'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109495697433364448</id><published>2004-09-12T11:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T16:19:00.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>return to first love!</title><summary type='text'>That's where we're fully at!You know how in Matt 18 it talks about who is the greatest? And how Jesus responds that those who are like children who receive His name are the greatest... Well God's been telling me that so much in the church everyone has fully become all about the traditions, all about the programs like youth and cells, all about the stuff that you can touch and feel and do...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109495697433364448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109495697433364448' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109495697433364448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109495697433364448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/return-to-first-love.html' title='return to first love!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109479704762292491</id><published>2004-09-10T16:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T06:09:14.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call: </title><summary type='text'>* The day that people around will truly know that you've changed. * The day you let reputation go once and for all and take a stand for your future! * The day when you claim back your heritage and go crazy for God. * The day that God shifts the revolution from your head, your heart, your visions - to the physical. * The day you will feel something new, when God will open our eyes to more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109479704762292491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109479704762292491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109479704762292491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109479704762292491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/call.html' title='The Call: '/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109478044873882399</id><published>2004-09-10T11:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T17:42:31.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>new norms</title><summary type='text'>God's been challenging me to outline exactly what my new norms will be so I will be accountable to them and so I have decided to outline them here and please ask me about them every now and then coz I need accountability!- Eat healthy (based on fresh fruit and veg. God will provide treats, so only have them when offered)- Only watch tv sometimes with my family and friends to maintain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109478044873882399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109478044873882399' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109478044873882399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109478044873882399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-norms.html' title='new norms'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109463396560482513</id><published>2004-09-08T18:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T00:26:11.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>last night: night of breakthrough</title><summary type='text'>last night was a night of breakthrough for me.Breakthrough in the way that I cried out to God, breakthrough because I was 100% positive that God was telling me to cry out to Him! After the opening of the doors, God's been telling me that He's gonna open those doors more and more the more I cry out! And so I cried out with all I had and I felt something break!It's crazy I know, but I still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109463396560482513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109463396560482513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109463396560482513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109463396560482513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/last-night-night-of-breakthrough.html' title='last night: night of breakthrough'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109455931782792732</id><published>2004-09-07T22:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T22:15:17.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>door opened!</title><summary type='text'>So this is what God did - the door He opened about 5 hours ago!Before: I was going to need $200+ to go to the Call on plane, there and back. And then I was going to need accommodation and transport to and from the airport. I was going to have to be allowed to be away from my parents on our holiday for 3 days. And above all else, I was going to need my parents approval as they hadn't heard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109455931782792732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109455931782792732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109455931782792732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109455931782792732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/door-opened.html' title='door opened!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109452451130190051</id><published>2004-09-07T13:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T12:35:11.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Exodus...</title><summary type='text'>From the MSN Encarta Dictionary departure: a departure or going out or away from a place that involves large numbers of people[Pre-12th century. Via ecclesiastical Latin “(biblical Book of) Exodus” from Greek, literally “way out,” from hodos  “way, road.”]From some random website that God told me to go to... this one that was about this Skate group called the Exodus Revolution! How good?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109452451130190051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109452451130190051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109452451130190051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109452451130190051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/meaning-of-exodus.html' title='Meaning of Exodus...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109451634076732060</id><published>2004-09-07T10:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T10:19:00.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>not coincidence</title><summary type='text'>And so on Sunday God's tellin me to reread parts of this book - A young woman after God's own heart... He tells me page numbers and I look.And they are all about making a prayer list with a list of people in your life to pray for which is everyone in my life and so I haven't even put a dint in the list I have to create, and then a list of 'desires of my heart' and stuff happening in my life...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109451634076732060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109451634076732060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109451634076732060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109451634076732060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/not-coincidence.html' title='not coincidence'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109451595062823197</id><published>2004-09-07T09:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T10:12:30.630+10:00</updated><title type='text'>repetition</title><summary type='text'>and again and again and again I hear that voice..."Don't limit me!"And you know what, I'm always going, nah, I don't limit God... But God's really opening my eyes to how I do!Incidently, the other week when I was driving, I decided that I would drive with God... like this time, it was on purpose, and you know what, in situations I would usually have no idea what to do, I drove through them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109451595062823197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109451595062823197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109451595062823197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109451595062823197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/repetition.html' title='repetition'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109448175182205305</id><published>2004-09-07T01:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T00:42:31.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>God's pace</title><summary type='text'>i was leaving work on sunday and was in a rush to get to church to band practise and i asked God "which way do you want me to go?" and He said "go this way, ill make all the lights green for you" and so im like ok, but my heart is fully pumping cause thats a huge statement. cause if any of the lights are red then it means im not hearing from God properly. and i was soo nervous and so i started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109448175182205305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109448175182205305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109448175182205305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109448175182205305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/gods-pace.html' title='God&apos;s pace'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109446922088466549</id><published>2004-09-06T20:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T21:13:40.883+10:00</updated><title type='text'>communion</title><summary type='text'>I had this revelation in church on Sunday. Every Sunday my church has communion. It took me a little getting used to because it wasn't normal for me to take communion all the time.God's been teaching me that communion isn't limited to being something that happens at church, but that everytime we drink, we should remember what Jesus did for us!Also, at the beginning of the fast I heard God's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109446922088466549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109446922088466549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109446922088466549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109446922088466549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/communion.html' title='communion'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109446568969281037</id><published>2004-09-06T20:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T20:41:28.340+10:00</updated><title type='text'>blown away</title><summary type='text'>So I am here right... going, "I think I need to write up an entry on the blog." And thinkin', you wouldn't be online and there wouldn't be anything new since I last checked the blog because of music practice etc, and God has fully gone again, "Don't limit me, my precious daughter!"I was blessed with a letter from my mum tonight. It was amazing. Her letter to me was filled with so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109446568969281037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109446568969281037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109446568969281037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109446568969281037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/blown-away.html' title='blown away'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109446070825044150</id><published>2004-09-06T18:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T18:51:48.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>i was at this worship leaders training day put on by andrew ironside the other day and there was one main thing i got out of it. He was talking about a dream he had where he and his whole family were in heaven and walking around and doing stuff and talking to people etc. and he said that the thing that hit him the most was that none of the stuff he did on earth mattered in heaven - like all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109446070825044150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109446070825044150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109446070825044150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109446070825044150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109430065088762858</id><published>2004-09-04T22:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:24:10.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T BE LUKEWARM.</title><summary type='text'>God brought to my mind Revelation 3:16, about how God will spit us out of His mouth if we are lukewarm... And I feel that He told me it because there is a huge tendency to go from strength to strength until something goes wrong. And suddenly we go from being hot to being lukewarm. We start to feel uncertain about God and about life.But God is fully telling me yet again that it's better to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109430065088762858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109430065088762858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109430065088762858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109430065088762858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/dont-be-lukewarm.html' title='DON&apos;T BE LUKEWARM.'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109422142810111896</id><published>2004-09-04T01:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T00:23:48.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"I have known you by name, and you have also found favour in my sight." - God</title><summary type='text'>In Exodus 33 - Moses and God have a chat. This is just after the whole thing of the israelites worshipping the golden calf...In verse 12, God says, "I have known you by name, and you have also found favour in my sight."In verse 13, Moses says, "...if I have found favour in Your sight, let me know Your ways that I may know You, so that I may find favour in Your sight."It's interesting to me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109422142810111896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109422142810111896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109422142810111896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109422142810111896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-have-known-you-by-name-and-you-have.html' title='&quot;I have known you by name, and you have also found favour in my sight.&quot; - God'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109422054105948560</id><published>2004-09-04T01:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T00:09:01.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'>losing yourself</title><summary type='text'>just some stuff i pulled from my diary entry today:And then after work I just went out the front of the store and got some fruit and sat down and ate it and there was this busker guy there playing his guitar and singing, mid 20s, had the nicest voice on him, fully strong and perfect pitch and coarse tone like Creed. And im sitting there and I feel God telling me to go up to him and sit with him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109422054105948560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109422054105948560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109422054105948560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109422054105948560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/losing-yourself.html' title='losing yourself'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109422038111434374</id><published>2004-09-04T01:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T21:28:32.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>His face shone!</title><summary type='text'>read something kewl today.Exodus 34:29-35When Moses came down from Mount Sinai with the two tablets of the Testimony in his hands, he was not aware that his face was radiant because he had spoken with the LORD. When Aaron and all the Israelites saw Moses, his face was radiant, and they were afraid to come near him. But Moses called to them; so Aaron and all the leaders of the community came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109422038111434374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109422038111434374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109422038111434374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109422038111434374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/his-face-shone.html' title='His face shone!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109421725578345548</id><published>2004-09-03T23:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T23:14:15.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>get back up and go again!</title><summary type='text'>God's been teaching me that there shouldn't be a focus on falling down... if we forget to do something one day that He's told us to do daily, or if, for some reason we don't get all the time that God has told us to give Him for whatever reason (like a few times I slept through my alarm!), God's saying, I'm not a God who is a pharisee. Yeah, I want you to spend time with Me but I'm not going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109421725578345548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109421725578345548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109421725578345548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109421725578345548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/get-back-up-and-go-again.html' title='get back up and go again!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109419322436940138</id><published>2004-09-03T16:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T00:28:15.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sowing seeds</title><summary type='text'>I've been realising of late, how much I am not like my friends at school. They seem so distant all of a sudden now that my eyes have been opened. I so feel a responsibility to be different from all of them who had an encounter at planetshakers with God but then have kind of forgotten about it. God is fully saying that I haven't had enough time to build relationship with them, nor will I have that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109419322436940138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109419322436940138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109419322436940138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109419322436940138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/sowing-seeds.html' title='sowing seeds'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109413525712760607</id><published>2004-09-02T23:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:29:44.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>feet fitted with readiness</title><summary type='text'>I've been daily praying through the armour of God like a good little christian (na, i shouldnt be sarcastic- its been the best thing for me!) and I've noticed that all the pieces of armour are described as physical things (ie helmet, sword, belt etc), all except for the footwear "feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace".and God was just saying to me that there was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109413525712760607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109413525712760607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109413525712760607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109413525712760607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/feet-fitted-with-readiness.html' title='feet fitted with readiness'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109412539911467960</id><published>2004-09-02T21:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:43:19.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><summary type='text'>God is fully working right now.Today, God prompted me to check my hotmail accnt which I hardly ever do. And so I check it (just after I sent you an email about the people in the team) and who else but Ian had emailed me! I had smsd him ages ago asking about if he was with optus, meaning that if he was I would ring him and stuff, but then he had for some reason sent an email to my hotmail </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109412539911467960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109412539911467960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109412539911467960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109412539911467960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109408852813514806</id><published>2004-09-02T11:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:28:48.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><summary type='text'>I really feel that a recap of the main things from last nights phone convo have to be posted. And after this I have some more exciting stuff to post!ok, this was the main stuff God told me to put down.The idea that there will be more than one concert. It will be regular. It will be a way to bless people, organisations and churches in our local community, sometimes with our name attached to it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109408852813514806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109408852813514806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109408852813514806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109408852813514806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109397478090366663</id><published>2004-09-01T03:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T03:53:00.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindset Shift.</title><summary type='text'>So I'm ready to go to sleep and God's whispering in my ear... "you've forgot something."and I remember that I learnt a valuable lesson tonight, I learnt many, but there's this one lesson of great importance.I was thinking about the fast and the different "phases" so to speak. like, there's 4 phases, every block of 10 days.and so the other day I sorta called it, "the last phase" kinda like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109397478090366663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109397478090366663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109397478090366663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109397478090366663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/09/mindset-shift.html' title='Mindset Shift.'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109394364579724205</id><published>2004-08-31T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:14:05.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>salad.</title><summary type='text'>Forgot to tell you something..Today at lunchtime was the first time in my life that I've eaten salad! I know, it's a bit sad that I only start now right?! But I have just not liked the smell of salad and stuff. I still don't like salad really, but now at least I've eaten some and will eat more now! my parents were amazed. they took me out for a celebration lunch of my trial being done!So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109394364579724205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109394364579724205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109394364579724205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109394364579724205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/salad.html' title='salad.'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109392993173034765</id><published>2004-08-31T15:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T11:14:09.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>I’m inspired to live againCoz You breathed lifeInto these dry bonesI will not fade awayIn this dark and dingy worldCoz You sparked a flameWithin meEverything seems so superficialEverything except YouYou’re the inspiration that spurs me onDaddyYou picked me up when I was downI exist because of YouFor You are the rock on which I standAnd when the world gets darkerYour light shines </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109392993173034765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109392993173034765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109392993173034765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109392993173034765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109384030564840349</id><published>2004-08-30T14:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:31:45.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'>trusting God</title><summary type='text'>tomorrow i have my legal hsc trial.. and where my friends are panicked, for once in my life, i have this real peace inside that everything will be fine.this is incredible because yesterday i didn't really have any time to study and today i have felt a little sick, mostly just a bad headache that is nearly a migrain. but i know that God is speaking to me through it. for me, it is amazing to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109384030564840349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109384030564840349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109384030564840349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109384030564840349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/trusting-god.html' title='trusting God'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109375017375609699</id><published>2004-08-29T22:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:18:19.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>maintaining blessing...</title><summary type='text'>An addition to what I was talking about sin the other day..Jesus dealt with condemnation when He said such things as, "He who is without sin, cast the first stone."This morning my pastor talked about maintaining blessing. About a very important question.Do we want to be right or do we want to be reconciled?!A lot of times, if we are right, we let everyone know, even in times of dispute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109375017375609699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109375017375609699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109375017375609699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109375017375609699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/maintaining-blessing.html' title='maintaining blessing...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109374808537241314</id><published>2004-08-29T12:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T12:54:45.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>words from God...</title><summary type='text'>This morning after church, I decided I was going to open up my Bible to Matt. 6... I was thinking about the whole, "how much more will God clothe us" thing and out of curiosity, I wanted to know the exact verse and wording because I'd never really known the number and stuff. I'd heard it on ads heaps of times.. You've seen the ad haven't you? Well, I remember it from that mostly...So I opened </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109374808537241314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109374808537241314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109374808537241314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109374808537241314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/words-from-god.html' title='words from God...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109374502300342082</id><published>2004-08-29T11:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T12:03:43.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision</title><summary type='text'>"Where there is no vision, the people perish." Proverbs 29:18Vision weaves 4 essential things into our daily living...1. Passion2. Motivation3. Direction4. PurposeIf we didn't have vision, we would go through life and at the end, go "What have a achieved?" And if we have vision, we would go through life and at the end, go "I achieved..."I learnt in my devos this morning that vision </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109374502300342082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109374502300342082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109374502300342082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109374502300342082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/vision.html' title='Vision'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109369551961125142</id><published>2004-08-28T21:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T22:18:39.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'>He knows my every thought...</title><summary type='text'>Out of the blue, God puts the words of a song that I sang AGES ago in my head... a song that a learnt about 2 years ago at a music camp I went to for the salvos, it was a combined vocals song and it relates so much to what I am about to say."He knows my name, He knows my every thought, He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call!"How much does that relate to what God's been saying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109369551961125142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109369551961125142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109369551961125142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109369551961125142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/he-knows-my-every-thought.html' title='He knows my every thought...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109366474872610938</id><published>2004-08-28T13:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T13:59:06.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'>God knows me!</title><summary type='text'>just been shopping and i had to write this down.ive just been blown away once again by how much God knows every detail about me and how he so wants to bless me and provide stuff for me and put a smile on my face.for some reason God every now and then puts these desires in my head for certain items of clothing that i want and so i go down to vinnies and the desires so strong i just know He's got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109366474872610938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109366474872610938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109366474872610938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109366474872610938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/god-knows-me.html' title='God knows me!'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109361729195726089</id><published>2004-08-28T00:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T00:34:51.956+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I turn on realplayer... I have it on this playlist of all worship stuff.. and what song is on there?! Send me of course. I should have realised, it was the last song I listened to, but the significant thing is that did you know if you revise something twice within 24hrs you have a better chance of remembering it?!I keep hearing that in legal studies. But it occurred to me today that it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109361729195726089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109361729195726089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109361729195726089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109361729195726089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-i-turn-on-realplayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109352357988910225</id><published>2004-08-26T22:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T13:13:55.660+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Send me...</title><summary type='text'>"Send me I will go, send me I will go, to this city, to this nation and to the nations of the world""Send me I will go, send me I will go, I will proclaim the truth, that Jesus Christ is Lord""I stand before you pleading from my heart, that by Your Spirit You would set me apart, to bring good news and liberty, to see this nation on its knees.""I cry out for every family, You've opened blind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109352357988910225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109352357988910225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109352357988910225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109352357988910225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/send-me.html' title='Send me...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109348626948136599</id><published>2004-08-26T12:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T12:11:09.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>God is so good!</title><summary type='text'>*What is God saying to me?! So far I have tried posting this 4 times and it's come up but the formatting has been wrong. I know that God wants me to write this in the blog, but something is definitely missing. I must stop and wait upon God.*I know what it is. I am to post this a little later on. So that I will...---I am finally being faithful with my finances again. God is teaching me about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109348626948136599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109348626948136599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109348626948136599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109348626948136599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/god-is-so-good.html' title='God is so good!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109343418085806954</id><published>2004-08-25T21:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:07:08.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A revelation...</title><summary type='text'>A few verses from 1 John 3 (The message)..."People conceived and brought into life by God don't make a practice of sin. How could they? God's seed is deep within them, making them who they are. It's not in the nature of the God-begotten to practice and parade sin."God fully opened this up to me when I was reading the same chapters I had read at school in my NASB at lunchtime, this arvo in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109343418085806954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109343418085806954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109343418085806954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109343418085806954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/revelation.html' title='A revelation...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109342414160150335</id><published>2004-08-25T18:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T18:55:41.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I wrote...</title><summary type='text'>I'm finally learning Lord...Taking steps, learning to walk againListening carefully, building my strengthNever knew, life could ever be this good yeahBut I'm finally learning Lord I didn't know what I was missing out onI had no idea, I never tasted so I couldn't seeNever realised, I was fearfully and wonderfully madeBut I'm finally learning Lord Always walked backwardsPitched a tent and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109342414160150335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109342414160150335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109342414160150335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109342414160150335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/something-i-wrote.html' title='Something I wrote...'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109341749721213614</id><published>2004-08-25T16:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T17:06:53.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My God is BIG... there's nothing my God cannot do!</title><summary type='text'>Only now, while I am sitting here do I realise all that God is saying. I mean, He’s been talking for ages but it was like He was talking to a brick wall at one stage and then I had tunnel vision and only heard stuff through a certain tunnel..But now, I’m hearing from every direction and listening intently and carefully.You were fully spot on in saying that the revolution isn’t it. It’s just a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109341749721213614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109341749721213614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109341749721213614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109341749721213614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-god-is-big-theres-nothing-my-god.html' title='My God is BIG... there&apos;s nothing my God cannot do!'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109340367019998636</id><published>2004-08-25T12:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T13:19:48.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><summary type='text'>just a little addition to that bit i talked about the other day from dueteronomy where God is saying to not forget him when things are going well and He is blessing us. i dont know about you but for me this is such an issue cause i tend to avoid thanking God puplicly cause it sounds so corny. but the reality and truth is that it is God whos doing all this, He is the one whos brought us together </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109340367019998636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109340367019998636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109340367019998636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109340367019998636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109340175608947040</id><published>2004-08-25T12:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T12:42:36.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>World Stage</title><summary type='text'>i know that it is no coincidence that God has us fasting from tv right when the olympic games are on. its been real good for me to not be caught up in it all, to be able to stand back and view it from above, from Gods perspective. for the first time in my life professional sport seems so frivolus, so insignificant. it seems like a kind of pre-life, preparation for the real business things people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109340175608947040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109340175608947040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109340175608947040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109340175608947040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/world-stage.html' title='World Stage'/><author><name>TimAdams</name><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-7826996.post-109335294356489264</id><published>2004-08-24T23:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T23:09:03.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>movin' on</title><summary type='text'>I guess God really wanted me to write this once and for all. I could be coming back. I can write this because it's anonymous and we haven't shared this site with anyone else because it is not the time.This could fully everything upside down hey?!God's been saying that He knows that I needed to tell someone and so that someone is you who I trust not to say anything.I mean, you may have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109335294356489264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109335294356489264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109335294356489264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109335294356489264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/movin-on.html' title='movin&apos; on'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109331533502612541</id><published>2004-08-24T12:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:42:15.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><summary type='text'>I did my devos this morning.. and what were they about, but patience!"Patient endurance is what you need now, so you will... receive all... He has promised." Hebrews 10:36God taught me a lesson that I needed to be taught. A lesson in patience.Patience is not just waiting, but it's how you wait. It's about keeping a good attitude while you are waiting. For me, God was telling me that lately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109331533502612541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109331533502612541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109331533502612541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109331533502612541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109326063839058467</id><published>2004-08-23T21:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:30:38.390+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments.</title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to post and say that I am starting to use the comments section, see the post you wrote with the song in it last night. GB</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109326063839058467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109326063839058467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109326063839058467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109326063839058467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/comments.html' title='Comments.'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109325933013271811</id><published>2004-08-23T20:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:56:15.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3</title><summary type='text'>God really has been telling me today that there is another side to what you said last night. About the time around 1999 and what was happening with you and worship and God and stuff... That side is mine.In 1999 I had just moved to Newcastle - to Adamstown Heights to be more exact, from Narellan. Narellan, if you don't know where it is, is about 45min drive or so from Sydney, near Campbelltown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109325933013271811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109325933013271811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109325933013271811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109325933013271811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/part-3.html' title='Part 3'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109325716693288482</id><published>2004-08-23T20:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T20:34:39.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><summary type='text'>I’m sitting here, ready to begin this main thing that God’s been saying to me today.Ok, I’m gonna try and be as concise as possible, but when I say concise well, you probably know what I mean now! Lol1. the passage in Deuteronomy was so much what I needed to hear! I fully believe everything you said. So many times I look at the bigger picture but forget the smaller things, it's so much about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109325716693288482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109325716693288482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109325716693288482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109325716693288482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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-7826996.post-109325499375861014</id><published>2004-08-23T19:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T19:56:33.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>part1</title><summary type='text'>First up, Gods tellin me that I have to tell you about my day. Not in detail but just a few specific things!I praise God and give Him all the glory for what He's done today!Last night I was doing my tourism assessment, remember? Well... I had to log off and keep my commitment to my parents to go to bed at 11.30pm so that's what I did. Trusting God that He'd come through for me today because I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109325499375861014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7826996&amp;postID=109325499375861014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109325499375861014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7826996/posts/default/109325499375861014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revolutionaries.blogspot.com/2004/08/part1.html' title='part1'/><author><name>Carlz</name><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></feed>
