﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>hbunkles's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from hbunkles</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles</link></image><item><title>Sunday, June 24, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/599812671/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/599812671/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 23:54:37 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Trusting God is so hard sometimes, yet so simple.&amp;nbsp; Who knew that God really does not want us to worry?&amp;nbsp; That God will truly take care of it all.&amp;nbsp; Who knew?&amp;nbsp; Just trust and walk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Paul was talking in orientation tonight about the feeding of the five thousand.&amp;nbsp; I've heard this before (probably from him), but I love what he says about it.&amp;nbsp; Paul focuses attention on the little boy who gave his loaves and fish.&amp;nbsp; The little boy gave what he had, what little he had, he gave.&amp;nbsp; and what did God do?&amp;nbsp; He multiplied it.&amp;nbsp; All we have to do is just give God what we have, offer it up, and He uses it in outstanding ways.&amp;nbsp; I just picture this little 8-year-old tugging on a disciple's robe and giving his lunch away.&amp;nbsp; I doubt the boy thought Jesus would multiply it to be enough, but he trusted and walked.&amp;nbsp; Trust and walk.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/599812671/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Someone shared this with me . . .</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/594216970/someone-shared-this-with-me---.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/594216970/someone-shared-this-with-me---.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 22:04:49 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;"But then I will win her back once again.&lt;BR&gt;I will lead her into the desert&lt;BR&gt;and speak tenderly to her there.&lt;BR&gt;I will return her vineyards to her&lt;BR&gt;and transform the Valley of Trouble into a gateway of hope.&lt;BR&gt;She will give herself to me there,&lt;BR&gt;as she did long ago when she was young,&lt;BR&gt;when I freed her from her captivity in Egypt.&lt;BR&gt;When that day comes,” says the Lord,&lt;BR&gt;“you will call me ‘my husband’&lt;BR&gt;instead of ‘my master.’&lt;BR&gt;...I will make you my wife forever,&lt;BR&gt;showing you righteousness and justice,&lt;BR&gt;unfailing love and compassion.&lt;BR&gt;I will be faithful to you and make you mine,&lt;BR&gt;and you will finally know me as the Lord."&lt;BR&gt;-Hosea 2:14:20&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Beautiful!!&amp;nbsp; How can we be that beloved and by Someone so completely beyond every good thing we can imagine or comprehend?&amp;nbsp; so encouraging . . . &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/594216970/someone-shared-this-with-me---.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, May 17, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/591401173/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/591401173/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 11:39:43 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Life is about to change completely.&amp;nbsp; I want it to change.&amp;nbsp; it will be a good change.&amp;nbsp; but it scares me to death.&amp;nbsp; rather, I think that God will completely challenge me and change me and I won't be able to do it by myself.&amp;nbsp; but I guess that's what God does to us.&amp;nbsp; molds us through Him, right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Tommorrow, I will move in&amp;nbsp;with 5 people I don't know, do I'm not sure exactly what for 3 months, and not even know when I'm going to be done.&amp;nbsp; All of this is for God and His glory, but I still want to know.&amp;nbsp; I guess that goes back to being independant from God.&amp;nbsp; He has allowed me to rest for the past quarter and a half, but now it's back to unsurety, complete reliance on God, and growth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;lt;sigh&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; Now, I guess I should get up and start getting ready to be God's tool.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/591401173/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, April 13, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/583694178/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/583694178/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 12:19:15 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;God is A-MA-ZING!!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;just thought i'd share that&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley5.gif" width=15&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/583694178/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The Poor</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/581964307/the-poor.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/581964307/the-poor.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 19:20:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;"I came to the [inner] city to serve those in need.&amp;nbsp; I have resources and abilities to clothe the ill-clad, feed the hungry, shelter the homeless.&amp;nbsp; These are good works that our Lord requires of us.&amp;nbsp; And there is blessedness in this kind of giving.&amp;nbsp; But there is also power that allows me to retain control.&amp;nbsp; My position as a helper protects me from the humiliation of appearing to need hep.&amp;nbsp; Even more sobering, I condemn those I help to the permanent role of recipient.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;When my goal is to change people, I subtly communicate: Something is wrong with you; I am okay.&amp;nbsp; You are ignorant; I am enlightened.&amp;nbsp; You are wrong; I am right.&amp;nbsp; If our relationship is defined as healer to patient, I must remain strong and you must remain sick for our interaction to continue.&amp;nbsp; People don't go to doctors when they are well. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The process of 'curing,' then, cannot serve long as the basis for a relationship that is life producing for both parties.&amp;nbsp; Small wonder that we who have come to the city to "save" the poor find it difficult to enter into true community with those we think needy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;'It takes everyone of us to make His body complete, for we each have a different work to do.&amp;nbsp; So we belong to each other, and each needs all the others' (Romans 12:4,5).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I need the poor?&amp;nbsp; For what?&amp;nbsp; The question exposes my blindness.&amp;nbsp; I see them as weak ones to be rescued, not as bearers of the treasures of the kingdom.&amp;nbsp; The dominance of my giving overshadows and stifles the rich endowments the Creator has invested in those I consider destitute. . . . &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The community into which Christ invites us is one of interdependence.&amp;nbsp; We are called to mutual sharing and the discovery of gifts Christ has concealed in the unlikeliest among us.&amp;nbsp; And to those who consider themselves leaders, our Lord offers humility -- the salvation of the proud that comes from learning to receive from the least, who are the greatest in the kingdom" (p.6-7).&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;-- &lt;U&gt;Theirs Is the Kingdom: Celebrating the Gospel in Urban America&lt;/U&gt; by Robert D. Lupton&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/581964307/the-poor.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, April 05, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/581785355/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/581785355/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 00:19:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Ana just walked into my room and said . . . &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"So, if Hillary Clinton became president, what would we call her???&amp;nbsp; Madame President??&amp;nbsp; Madame means Whore!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Whore President!!!"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i love my roommates.&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/smiley1.gif" width=15&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/581785355/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, February 18, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/571233413/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/571233413/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 04:00:54 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;" 'Is it lawful for us to pay taxes to Caesar or not?'&amp;nbsp; But He perceived their craftiness, and said to them, 'Why do you test Me?&amp;nbsp; Show Me a denarius.&amp;nbsp; Whose image and inscription does it have?'&amp;nbsp; They answered and said, ' Caesar's.'&amp;nbsp; And He said to tthem, 'Render therefore to Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and to God the things that are God's.' "&amp;nbsp; (John 20:22-25)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The denarius/money has the government's insignia on it (it's a thing of the world).&amp;nbsp; But we have God's image and inscription on us.&amp;nbsp; We are made in His image.&amp;nbsp; So render to God the things that are God's (that which bears His image&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i.e. us).&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/571233413/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, February 17, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/570987727/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/570987727/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 01:20:08 GMT</pubDate><description>so girls always stress out about what shoes or what clothes to wear.&amp;nbsp; but do they really change your mood?&amp;nbsp; yes, how much of a girl do i sound now?&amp;nbsp; i had a presentation tonight and I put on heels with my pants and shirt.&amp;nbsp; immediately, those heels made me feel like i was going to go beat up some top-level executives.&amp;nbsp; i was trying on a dress for a party and i immediately felt like a supermodel princess.&amp;nbsp; hoodies and sweatpants make you feel comfortable and lazy; skirts make you feel girly and want to twirl, dresses make you excited and want to go out somewhere.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/570987727/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, February 14, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/570414103/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/570414103/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 16:50:37 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;So God is good.&amp;nbsp; I was under so much&amp;nbsp; stress on Sat/Sun about this week, the week before finals.&amp;nbsp; Monday, I got a lot done.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday, God gave me grace in my Spanish Oral exam and then I finished my 68 page business plan the day before . . . as in by 3:00 or so.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that??&amp;nbsp; I finished my test today and get to turn in my business plan . then, guess what??&amp;nbsp; NO classes for the next two days.&amp;nbsp; just one more presentation tomorrow night in front of&amp;nbsp; "real people."&amp;nbsp; and by that I mean professional venture capitalists.&amp;nbsp; I get to ask for $3,000,000. &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/570414103/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, January 14, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/562971297/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/562971297/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 13:14:31 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;so many stories from this week/weekend.&amp;nbsp; 1st, our car door caught on fire while we were driving it.&amp;nbsp; 2nd, my two-and-a-half year-old cousins now are frightened of lizards.&amp;nbsp; thanks dad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;so we were on our way to my brother's rehearsal dinner (we were still on our street) and all the sudden smelled burning plastic.&amp;nbsp; what?&amp;nbsp; smoke is pouring out of where the window goes into the door and out of the controls on the driver door??&amp;nbsp; so my dad stops the car, we get out, he rips off the inside of the door with his bare hands, tries to put out the fire with a fire extinguisher, realizes its an electric fire and an extinguisher won't put it out and then cuts the sparking wires with his little swiss army knife.&amp;nbsp; fun, huh?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;earlier that day while walt and emma were looking at lizards on the windows, my dad told them that they eat little children.&amp;nbsp; Walt now shakes and looks scared whenever he hears the word lizard.&amp;nbsp; Aunt Val has convinced them to call my dad Uncle Lizard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;what else happened??&amp;nbsp; i dunno, i'll remember it eventually.&amp;nbsp; my brother's married.&amp;nbsp; that's big.&amp;nbsp; happened yesterday, thus the reason he had a rehearsal dinner and the twins were in texas.&amp;nbsp; anyway, off to home to eat non-Baugh food . . . &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/hbunkles/562971297/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>