﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>zechdontplay's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from zechdontplay</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/zechdontplay</link></image><item><title>my prayer -- revisited</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/667250575/my-prayer----revisited.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/667250575/my-prayer----revisited.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 02:41:30 GMT</pubDate><description>I wrote this entry on August 29th, 2007, nearly a year ago...and it has pretty much described the past year for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;" class="itemTitle"&gt;my prayer&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, take all that I have, just give me Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my car -- I can find another way to get around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my job -- I need to trust You to provide for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my possessions -- they'll just get in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my money -- I know You'll provide a way for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my degree -- yes, even the one I spent six years on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my military career and everything I've been awarded -- they are but filthy rags before You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my ministry -- lest I take it down the wrong path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, let me surrender all I have to You.&amp;nbsp; Let me be satisfied having Jesus, but never let me be satisfied with enough of Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was ready to put my car on the market&lt;br&gt;I quit my job at Sonic to teach&lt;br&gt;I had my guitar stolen and felt the Lord calling me to give several other possessions away&lt;br&gt;I've been in the hole financially&lt;br&gt;I...haven't had to give up my degree, but I've felt the sting of having a Bachelor of General Studies&lt;br&gt;I've tried to be the perfect Airman, and ended up being late for work on several occasions...but God still made a way for me to be Airman of the Year&lt;br&gt;And last but not least, I answered the call to give up Chi Alpha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm still seeking more of Jesus' face, as I will continue to be.&amp;nbsp; Thank You Jesus.&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/667250575/my-prayer----revisited.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Isaiah 61:1-3</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/666244274/isaiah-611-3.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/666244274/isaiah-611-3.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 18:32:40 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father, speak to my heart, tell me what to say to communicate Your love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed
me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the
brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of
the prison to them that are bound;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 2To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
3To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for
ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the
spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness,
the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ellen Hinson, 1988-2008.&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/666244274/isaiah-611-3.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Live Again</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/665382733/live-again.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/665382733/live-again.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 18:41:42 GMT</pubDate><description>Just realized I never posted this song I wrote over a month ago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Live Again&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;25 May 2008&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;D &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Lord I can
still recall the day when You first called me out&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Lord you
told me to be different from the world all around&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;C&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Em&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Oh I had no
clue how much I&amp;#8217;d gain, or how hard it would be&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt; G&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;But all my
fears were settled when You spoke to me&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;You said,
&amp;#8220;Come, my child, It&amp;#8217;s time now to repent&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hear Me
call, my child, I&amp;#8217;ve set you free from sin&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;And even
though I know everywhere you&amp;#8217;ve been&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll set you
free, my child, to live again.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Lord, once I
heard Your voice, I never was the same&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I knew my
life was different and things began to change&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;But I knew I
couldn&amp;#8217;t let it all stay inside of me&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I had to
speak Your word and set others free&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;So You said,
&amp;#8220;Take My word to the ends of the earth&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Go and tell
all men about the second birth&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Serve,
restore, heal, baptize until I come again&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;And show
them my love so they can live again.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Lord, I find
it so hard to continue to do what&amp;#8217;s right&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I rise every
morning and lay down every night&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;But the
words I spoke bore no fruit that I could see&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Lord, it&amp;#8217;s
hard to go on when the problem seems to be me&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;But You say,
&amp;#8220;Patience, my son, salvation takes time&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Remember how
hard of a sheep you were to find&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;So let all
of your worrying come to an end&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Just stick
with them so you all can live again!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;(repeat
first chorus)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;br&gt;(C) 2008 Bring It! Ministries&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/665382733/live-again.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Come Home Vyronika</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/665093377/come-home-vyronika.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/665093377/come-home-vyronika.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 23:48:57 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/zechdontplay/2faa9198442353/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="vyronica" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x2f.xanga.com/aa9c66fa52733198442353/z153557711.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At some point on the trip home (we think it was while we were stopped at Wal*Mart, not 20 feet from the car), my guitar got stolen.&amp;nbsp; Along with her, the hard copies of all of my songs, some of Ben's, and i think the original version of "Be Near" (sorry, Ben).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope they enjoy the fresh strings.&amp;nbsp; Pray that they read my songs about Jesus and get saved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/665093377/come-home-vyronika.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Gotta love the LOLdier</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/664205233/gotta-love-the-loldier.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/664205233/gotta-love-the-loldier.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 19:31:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/zechdontplay/055f0197133420/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=400 alt="IN UR MILITARY" src="http://x05.xanga.com/5f0c402244331197133420/z152406854.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/664205233/gotta-love-the-loldier.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Zechariah Brewer makes his entry onto YouTube</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663932270/zechariah-brewer-makes-his-entry-onto-youtube.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663932270/zechariah-brewer-makes-his-entry-onto-youtube.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 02:50:39 GMT</pubDate><description>I'm trying to upload a video i just produced here at home.&amp;nbsp; It took about four different tries to get the video/audio synced up right, but I finally got it.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to bed and going to hope it does this itself.&amp;nbsp; My username on YouTube is zjkbrewer, so check that out whenever you can.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zech&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663932270/zechariah-brewer-makes-his-entry-onto-youtube.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>new profile pic</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663769106/new-profile-pic.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663769106/new-profile-pic.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 23:53:31 GMT</pubDate><description>I haven't changed my profile pic in over a year, so I decided to copy the one I have on FaceBook, just because I like the way it looks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't worry, I'm going back to the beach in two weeks, maybe I'll get an even more better one there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663769106/new-profile-pic.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Hitching a ride to Canaan</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663373324/hitching-a-ride-to-canaan.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663373324/hitching-a-ride-to-canaan.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 08:10:32 GMT</pubDate><description>By faith Abraham, when he was called, obeyed by going out to a place which he was to receive for an inheritance; and he went out, not knowing where he was going.&amp;nbsp; By faith he lived as an alien in the land of promise, as in a foreign land, dwelling in tents with Isaac and Jacob, fellow heirs of the same promise; for he was looking for the city which has foundations, whose architect and builder is God.&amp;nbsp; By faith even Sarah herself received ability to conceive, even beyond the proper time of life, since she considered Him faithful who had promised; therefore, also, there was born of one man, and him as good as dead at that, as many descendants, "as the stars of Heaven in number, and innumerable as the sand which is by the seashore."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All these died in faith, without receiving the promises, but having seen them and having welcomed them from a distance, and having confessed that they were strangers and exiles on the earth.&amp;nbsp; For those who say such things make it clear that they are seeking a country of their own.&amp;nbsp; And indeed if they had been thinking of that country from which they went out, they would have had opportunity to return.&amp;nbsp; But as it is, they desire a better country, that is a heavenly one.&amp;nbsp; Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; for He has prepared a city for them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- Hebrews 11:8-16.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel God calling me out of my Ur, out of the land of my fathers, and into my Canaan, my promised land.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned for details.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663373324/hitching-a-ride-to-canaan.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>When I leave, I wanna go out like Elijah</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663127090/when-i-leave-i-wanna-go-out-like-elijah.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663127090/when-i-leave-i-wanna-go-out-like-elijah.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 15:54:06 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"&gt;"Elijah" by Rich Mullins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This life has shown me how we're mended and how we're torn &lt;br&gt;
                    How it's okay to be lonely as long as you're free&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"&gt;But when I leave I want to go out like Elijah &lt;br&gt;
                    With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire &lt;br&gt;
                    And when I look back on the stars &lt;br&gt;
                    Well, It'll be like a candlelight in Central Park &lt;br&gt;
                    And it won't break my heart to say goodbye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=18916003" target="_new"&gt;Elijah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=18916003,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=18916003,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/663127090/when-i-leave-i-wanna-go-out-like-elijah.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>George Carlin is dead</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/662897821/george-carlin-is-dead.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/662897821/george-carlin-is-dead.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 09:05:55 GMT</pubDate><description>Give you one guess why I don't feel the need to mourn.&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/zechdontplay/662897821/george-carlin-is-dead.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>