<?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-5575758802003770794</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:59:53.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thoughts of a Champion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300426089733537571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575758802003770794.post-6956077283139227242</id><published>2009-03-31T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:47:50.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Latley&lt;/span&gt; I have been thinking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Its tough to find one thing to blog about because I never just think about one thing.  However I had a thought. From time to time I have been known to send epic texts and I thought my slim audience might get a kick out of one of these. This story was sent in response to where college economics gets you in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics is so lame there will never be a situation where I will use this information. (My first text)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it saves your life some day? (The response to my text)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will have probably told my captors, after my spirit had finally broken that the real GDP of the US dropped from 1971 to 1978. But when my captors release me, I find out that I want to go back to their prison. For I had fallen in love with the guard who kept watch on my cell. Her name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alaina&lt;/span&gt;. She was nice to me and smuggled me extra food and read me bedtime stories like "If you give a Moose a Muffin" and " The Giving Tree". Ah yes this was love I tell you.  But alas she did not love me back. She was just acting out of pity and compassion towards a poor, imprisoned soul. So alone and friendless I stagger out into the bleak Chicago rain, not knowing where my feet  are taking me, and not caring. For cold and wet are not concerns for me now. Just simple words that describe physical effects that are assaulting by body. But these base meager feelings are overwhelmed by the anguish that has taken up its vile abode in my heart and called my innermost feelings home. This is where learning economics gets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my text. Epic I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575758802003770794-6956077283139227242?l=thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/feeds/6956077283139227242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/03/fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/6956077283139227242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/6956077283139227242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/03/fight.html' title='The Fight'/><author><name>Ike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300426089733537571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575758802003770794.post-2298938469724403833</id><published>2009-01-30T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:47:25.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please smile</title><content type='html'>All I think I want to do with myself is to make those who are in pain become better. Bring a smile to someone  doesnt smile much. Illict a laugh from someone whos heart has run dry of joy. When you cry more than you smile, I want to be there for you. Its my purpose and my calling. I just feel drawn to sadness. I guess because I love to see the good that can be brought out of it. Nothing is more beautiful to me than the spring after the winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575758802003770794-2298938469724403833?l=thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/feeds/2298938469724403833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/2298938469724403833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/2298938469724403833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-smile.html' title='Please smile'/><author><name>Ike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300426089733537571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575758802003770794.post-433791629497836235</id><published>2009-01-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:14:04.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverance</title><content type='html'>Ha so before I even start you will have to forgive me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; this post may sound a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sacrilegious&lt;/span&gt;. Well my thought today is maybe sometimes we, for lack of better word "revere" God to much. HA really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; hate me just let me explain. It just seems to me that when people pray or worship or talk to God they talk like he is some far off emperor or dignitary. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know it just seems very impersonal and old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;testament&lt;/span&gt;. No there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing wrong with respecting or revering God. In fact he should always get those two things from us. After all He created me and knows my every move and thought. He is everything. He deserves far far more than I as a human could ever give him. But here is the problem. God does not want us to be far off and conservative. He wants to be our best friend and our greatest love. Now think about it, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; just talk in a respectful distant manner to your human best friend. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; show minimal love to the human you love. So why then feel conservative with God? He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to be a far off entity. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; die for you to just feel like you can never truly come close to him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; wants you to show him all the love you can muster. He wants you to truly bask in his presence and feel the peace that will come. He wants to be your truest love, your best friend and your Abba father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575758802003770794-433791629497836235?l=thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/feeds/433791629497836235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/reverance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/433791629497836235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/433791629497836235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/reverance.html' title='Reverance'/><author><name>Ike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300426089733537571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575758802003770794.post-4231177606711723218</id><published>2009-01-21T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:14:18.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adversary</title><content type='html'>Something that I have been thinking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt; is really just sticking in my brain for some reason and it wont go away. Maybe if I blog about it that will help leave. Anyway this thought is, I feel the church is its own biggest enemy. Now this really is not a educated thought. Its simply just thought to be mulled over. How many different denominations of churches are there? Too many to start to be counted. Now this in my head is ridiculous. Why are there so many different churches that all serve the same God? Yea I know different doctrines and all that jazz. But doctrine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get you into heaven, the fact that Jesus died for us and took our sin upon himself gets us into heaven. So if we have common epicenter then what should we care about denomination? All looking at denomination does is cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; and disunity. And how effective can we be as Christians if we cannot even agree with other Christians? Its ridiculous. Well you speak in tongues and we just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; believe in that therefore you are less effective as a Christians. Hello judgment. Then lets think about the inside of a church. How instead of enjoying God in his house we are too busy whining about how bad the sound was or how bright the lights were. The pastor is too edgy and I just cant believe how he uses the Message version of the Bible everyone knows if it's not New King James then it's just not right. Ha wow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; well we were here to worship the one who made us but instead we just want to tear people and the church apart with our mouths. Next comes gossip. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yessir&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poison&lt;/span&gt; of the church. And we churchgoers have gotten so clever at gossiping. Now we could simply gossip straight up but I have a better idea. Lets throw out a very loud and detailed prayer request for everyone to hear. Disguise your need to gossip under the shroud of prayer. Good work you have now turned something sacred on its head and bastardized it. At the same time bashing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point to all this is Satan really has infiltrated the church and is using it against its holy purpose. So as Christians maybe we need to get it right in Gods house before we go out to witness to our neighbors or town, let alone the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575758802003770794-4231177606711723218?l=thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/feeds/4231177606711723218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/adversary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/4231177606711723218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/4231177606711723218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/adversary.html' title='The Adversary'/><author><name>Ike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300426089733537571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575758802003770794.post-8026934772218542930</id><published>2009-01-17T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:29:06.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>Look at the title. Really its all I want. All i really ever want to do. I love to laugh and smile, just forget the worries that plague day after day. Stupid worries that have no place in my life or no power over me. Seems that they dont really seem to care cause they stick around regardless. I guess its ok though. Just becuase they are there doesnt mean they have to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get sick of evaluating a situation? Wondering how it will turn out? How it will end or affect others of you? Why are people so obsessed with outcomes? Why cant we enjoy something for what it is? Not think of tomorow just make sure today works out. eh I want to be done thinking about repercussions for awhile. I am so sick of being scared of stepping on toes. Somedays not caring would be the biggest blessing ever. But its just not my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I care to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575758802003770794-8026934772218542930?l=thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/feeds/8026934772218542930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/laughter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/8026934772218542930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/8026934772218542930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Ike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300426089733537571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575758802003770794.post-8199430080014116390</id><published>2009-01-17T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:12:46.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here it goes</title><content type='html'>Well wow here I am blogging. Never thought I would see the day. Not that I dont want to blog it's just I have had a little agenda towards bloggers. Ha now look at me, up on the internet writing out my thoughts for those who care to look to see. Well for you lucky few you get a real treat. My thoughts. Ha or a worthless pile of words. Depends on how you look at it I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575758802003770794-8199430080014116390?l=thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/feeds/8199430080014116390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-here-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/8199430080014116390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575758802003770794/posts/default/8199430080014116390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethoughtsofachampion.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-here-it-goes.html' title='So here it goes'/><author><name>Ike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14300426089733537571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
