<?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-10140227</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:29:39.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf Now,  Apocalypse Later</title><subtitle type='html'>Eclectic, sardonic, esoteric, catholic biased, Mid-American blog, written by a 50 year old Californian, who spent five years in Dallas, then drifted into Cincinnati for two years, and has now returned to Dallas. You get the idea.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10140227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfapocalypse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B504</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhwsojnv0NQ/SVBHnN0YImI/AAAAAAAACMU/VKlh_jHozRU/S220/me+and+mom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10140227.post-8972005869849065258</id><published>2010-03-29T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:15:59.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Your Banner High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"I'm  part of  the fellowship of the unashamed. I  have the Holy Spirit power.  The die has been cast. I have stepped over  the line. The decision has  been made - I'm a disciple of His. I won't  look back, let up, slow  down, back away, or be still. My past is  redeemed, my present makes  sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and  done with low living,  sight walking, smooth knees, colorless dreams,  tamed visions, worldly  talking, cheap giving and dwarfed goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;      &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; I no longer  need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits  or  popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized,  praised,  regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His  presence, walk  by patience, am uplifted by prayer and I labor with  power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my  road is narrow,  my way is rough, my companions are few, my Guide is  reliable, my mission  is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised,  detoured, lured away, turned  back, deluded, or delayed. I will not  flinch in the face of sacrifice,  hesitate in the presence of the enemy,  pander at the pool of popularity,  or meander in the maze of  mediocrity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; I won't give up, shut up, let up,  until I have stayed up, stored up,  prayed up, paid up, preached up for  the cause of Christ. I am a disciple  of Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;  I  must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and  work  until He stops me. And, when He comes for His own, He will have no   problem recognizing me...my banner will be clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Note From The Desk of An African Martyr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &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/10140227-8972005869849065258?l=surfapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/8972005869849065258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10140227&amp;postID=8972005869849065258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10140227/posts/default/8972005869849065258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10140227/posts/default/8972005869849065258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfapocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/03/hold-your-banner-high.html' title='Hold Your Banner High'/><author><name>B504</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhwsojnv0NQ/SVBHnN0YImI/AAAAAAAACMU/VKlh_jHozRU/S220/me+and+mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10140227.post-1600288799958224764</id><published>2010-02-19T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:56:47.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Note found on the desk of an African Martyr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"I'm part of  the fellowship of the unashamed. I  have the Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over  the line. The decision has been made - I'm a disciple of His. I won't  look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is  redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and  done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colorless dreams,  tamed visions, worldly talking, cheap giving and dwarfed goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits  or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized,  praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His  presence, walk by patience, am uplifted by prayer and I labor with  power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow,  my way is rough, my companions are few, my Guide is reliable, my mission  is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned  back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice,  hesitate in the presence of the enemy, pander at the pool of popularity,  or meander in the maze of mediocrity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up,  prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple  of Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;  I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and  work until He stops me. And, when He comes for His own, He will have no  problem recognizing me...my banner will be clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10140227-1600288799958224764?l=surfapocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfapocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1600288799958224764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10140227&amp;postID=1600288799958224764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10140227/posts/default/1600288799958224764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10140227/posts/default/1600288799958224764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfapocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/02/note-found-on-desk-of-african-martyr.html' title='Note found on the desk of an African Martyr...'/><author><name>B504</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhwsojnv0NQ/SVBHnN0YImI/AAAAAAAACMU/VKlh_jHozRU/S220/me+and+mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
