<?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-5162350069233220204</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:57:41.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyage of the sojourner</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts and experiences from daily life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielallen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162350069233220204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielallen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabriel Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884491845832529816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aS-Io0DYWqI/SqzDsEhfbTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qkJze4wU1dI/S220/3758290233_d60d65fb26_b.jpg.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162350069233220204.post-677636460569629272</id><published>2010-05-29T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:01:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick jump inside my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Sometimes I wish I could talk to birds, only to share with them how much I hate them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I wonder how I would react if my life were like Truman Burbank's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Is it possible to turn into a leprechaun? Every so often when I find some straggling red facial hair. I also found out that anytime I try to do a british accent, it ends up sounding irish.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Sometimes you can't judge strangers based on if they go for a handshake or a hug. Handshakes are for ugly people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- When i'm in an uncomfortable environment and don't know people, I just introduce myself as Allen, so nobody can find me on facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Whenever I walk around campus, I just assume everyone is married. Christian colleges have the "ring by spring" catch phrase for a reason. I'm pretty sure that post people that graduate from a Christian college are in their 3rd year of marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I appreciate dentists, but I still don't think they're doctors. If I were shot in the stomach saving a persons life and was surrounded by a college professor, a dentist, and a paleontologist, i'd be screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Is there such thing as a "good" pimp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5162350069233220204-677636460569629272?l=gabrielallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielallen.blogspot.com/feeds/677636460569629272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5162350069233220204&amp;postID=677636460569629272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162350069233220204/posts/default/677636460569629272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162350069233220204/posts/default/677636460569629272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielallen.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-could-i-would.html' title='A quick jump inside my head.'/><author><name>Gabriel Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884491845832529816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aS-Io0DYWqI/SqzDsEhfbTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qkJze4wU1dI/S220/3758290233_d60d65fb26_b.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162350069233220204.post-7136906469154680735</id><published>2010-05-29T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:01:28.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was employed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It blows me away how so many things can change in a year, but when I look at it being a course of 365 days, it makes a little more sense how things can change. When I look back to where God lead me last summer, it makes excited to see where he leads me this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never in my life would I have ever expected to have a paid position working in ministry. Primarily because I didn't (and still don't) have a college degree. But last summer I was blessed with an opportunity to work in student ministries at a church close to home. I was scared that no one on staff would like me, and that the students would think I was a complete moron (not to be confused with mormon). It was amazing to see how quick I was to feel right at home. I had a great team on staff to work with, and best of all, all the students were awesome. Long story short, the plug was pulled on that church and I was out of the job. On the last day, as a congregation we combined the main service with the youth service, and they brought some of us on staff, and just shared some memories. When it came to my turn, I just looked at all the students (middle school through high school), and hoped that I was as big of a blessing as they were to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Flash forward to the present times, I just finished school, and I have no idea where God will lead me, but when I look back to last summer I'm sure it will be as big of a surprise as last year was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5162350069233220204-7136906469154680735?l=gabrielallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabrielallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7136906469154680735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5162350069233220204&amp;postID=7136906469154680735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162350069233220204/posts/default/7136906469154680735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5162350069233220204/posts/default/7136906469154680735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabrielallen.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-blows-me-away-how-so-many-things-can.html' title='When I was employed'/><author><name>Gabriel Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884491845832529816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aS-Io0DYWqI/SqzDsEhfbTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qkJze4wU1dI/S220/3758290233_d60d65fb26_b.jpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5162350069233220204.post-6571994722870995792</id><published>2010-05-26T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:01:46.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a God he must be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. (Genesis 1:31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God was delighted with what he made, but did I ever stop to do the same thing? I realized that I never stopped to appreciate the beauty of God's creation. God rejoices in the works of creation because they praise him, but also because creation is a reflection of his glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God intends us to be in awe by his work of creation. 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