<?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-4869357178544639783</id><updated>2011-09-04T06:25:11.385-07:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='poem'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>The CaleBlog</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.calebdurham.com"&gt;http://www.calebdurham.com&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-2565113377053044233</id><published>2011-08-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:40:38.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Light Your World</title><content type='html'>We need to know who we are. I am Crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who lives, but Christ who lives in me (Gal. 2:20a).	He is seated in the Heavenly places (Eph. 1:3). I am there too, seated with Him in the Heavenly places (Eph. 2:6).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Body of the King of Kings (1 Cor. 12:27). We are the Bride of the Lord of Lords (Rev. 19:7). We are beloved (Deut. 33:12). We are the beloved (1 Jn. 3:16). We are the beloved children of the Father of Creation (1 Jn. 3:1). We are no longer orphans (Jn. 14:18). We are adopted (Eph. 1:5). We have an inheritance (Eph. 1:14). We are chosen (2 Thes. 2:13) and set apart (2 Cor. 6:17): a royal priesthood (1 Pet. 2:9), a holy people (Heb. 12:10). We are deep wellsprings of living water (Jn. 7:38). We are the temple of the Living God (1 Cor. 3:16). God’s will for us is to be loved (1 Jn. 4:10), to walk in His light (1 Jn. 1:7), and to pour out His life into the world (1 Jn. 2:17), dead in it’s transgressions and sin (Eph. 2:1), making disciples of entire nations (Matt. 28:17). We are revolutionary. We have what the world needs (2 Cor. 2:14). We are called to be firebrands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are a people who lack vision. Why? God has enough wisdom to give liberally (Ja. 1:5), and He delights in giving good gifts to His children (Lk. 11:13), but are we even looking? Do we ever ask? God doesn’t expect us to walk blindly. He doesn’t want us to try to live off of some dull, shallow revelation of His Word that someone explained to us once. He wants us to find our own flame. It was for the Joy that was set before Him that Christ endured the cross (Heb. 12:2). It was the Glory before His eyes that sustained Stephen through his stoning (Acts 7:55-56). It was the ability to boast in Christ that kept Paul despite the thorn in His flesh (2 Cor. 12:9). Ask God for vision. Ask for purpose. I dare you.Let’s stop building our faith around what we’ve never seen. Let’s believe God for greater things than seem possible. This morning, my pastor posed a challenging idea that I’ve thought about all day. In Acts, Scripture says that Peter was so walking in the Anointing of the Holy Spirit that his shadow was healing people (Acts 5:15). Imagine his vision for the church of the future. He probably said something along the lines of “WOW! Even my shadow is healing people. Our old tissues are delivering people from demonic strongholds (Acts 19:12). This is crazy. I can’t even imagine when we’ll begin to see the greater things that Jesus promised us (Jn. 14:12). What I’d give to see what the Church looked like in 2000 years. God’s glory really will fill the Earth like water the seas (Hab. 2:14).” What would Pete think if He saw the American church? What would he think about a legalistic religious order that hates the sinners that Jesus came to save and tries to control the government with quasi-moralistic ideologies? What would he say about a Church that has rewrapped and shelved the Gift that Jesus personally promised him? I bet he’d be surprised to find the Church (of which He is the Rock) has changed into one that looks a lot more like the religious group that crucified his best friend than the freedom that Jesus modeled and promised. I imagine He would be grieved to see the Holy Spirit forgotten and explained away. Let us put away unbelief. Let us stand in the Faith of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s time that the Church began to walk out Christ in Me, the Hope of Glory (Col. 1:27). We carry abundant life (Rom. 5:17). We have the fulness of Joy (Col. 2:10). We live under a grace covenant (Eph. 2:8). Why have we not saved our whole city? The gospel initially spread so fast. What changed? It doesn’t make sense. We need to ask our Father for Faith. We need a better understanding of the Greatness of Jesus and a keener sense of the smallness of satan (1 Jn. 4:4). You see, sin is no match for my Jesus’ love. Darkness flees at the glance of His eye. Atheism crumbles before His matchless affection. Disease and brokenness are redeemed at the touch of His finger. Hearts are healed by His laugh. Nothing has changed except us. And technology. It should only be easier now that the entire world is only one day away. So let’s believe God for the fulfillment of the great commission in our generation. Let’s pray, intercede, and fast for the plans of Jesus for this age. We wouldn’t believe the things He has planned for our days, even if we were told. (Hab. 1:5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Go and light your world. Go make disciples. Go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-2565113377053044233?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/2565113377053044233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=2565113377053044233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/2565113377053044233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/2565113377053044233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-light-your-world.html' title='Go Light Your World'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-1427822246058089334</id><published>2010-12-05T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:46:57.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord, for He is Good!</title><content type='html'>I have been so captivated by the love of the Father God!  I can't quit dancing in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon, morning! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think on this: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God of the Angel Armies&lt;/span&gt;, by Jonathan and Melissa Helser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" height="40" loop="true" playcount="2" src="http://denesiachristineinspired.memoriescaptured.com/God%20of%20the%20Angel%20Armies.mp3" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all I can see, are enemies surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all I can feel, are lies you're not real&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the one&lt;br /&gt;Who made the earth and heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe You're more real, than what my eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;I believe these hills are full, of a mighty angel army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of the Angel Armies, you're mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;God of the Angel Armies, you're worthy of our praise&lt;br /&gt;God of the Angel Armies, you fight for us&lt;br /&gt;God of the Angel Armies, you come down....&lt;br /&gt;when praises go up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm starting to see, things are not as they seem&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come between, your mighty love for me&lt;br /&gt;No ear has heard, No eye has ever seen&lt;br /&gt;What you have planned for those&lt;br /&gt;you set your love upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you're greater than, I could ever dream&lt;br /&gt;I believe you're coming again, with a mighty angel army.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praises go up and You come down&lt;br /&gt;and you walk through the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come down at the sound, of my praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come.. You come..&lt;br /&gt;wave after wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta worship, this is what I was made for... I gotta shout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I was made to do, is worship you Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those angels, I wanna waste my life with the angels&lt;br /&gt;Pourin' out praise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what the world might say,&lt;br /&gt;I believe.&lt;br /&gt;that you're more real.. than what my eyes.. they can see..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-1427822246058089334?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/1427822246058089334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=1427822246058089334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/1427822246058089334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/1427822246058089334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/12/praise-lord-for-he-is-good.html' title='Praise the Lord, for He is Good!'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-6599551726720926401</id><published>2010-11-01T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:43:08.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic; "font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deep inside me there's this burning that just won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;You are my fire, You are my righteousness, You are my rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fit you down inside my chest, God&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could swallow you whole&lt;br /&gt;I'd wrap you up in a blanket of my skin and you could call my body home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like &lt;a href="http://www.thejohnmark.com/"&gt;John Mark McMillan&lt;/a&gt;'s ability to express my heart in its rawest desires.  This song has been speaking to me a lot recently.  I'm also learning a lot from &lt;a href="jesusculture.com/"&gt;Jesus Culture&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mistyedwards.com/"&gt;Misty Edwards&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.karijobe.com/"&gt;Kari Jobe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-6599551726720926401?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/6599551726720926401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=6599551726720926401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/6599551726720926401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/6599551726720926401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-temple.html' title='I am a Temple'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-1574671525170332668</id><published>2010-09-07T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:41:08.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not good at this.</title><content type='html'>I'm bored in Islam class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/TIaHcg5CRNI/AAAAAAAAABs/pda-8yj21lQ/s320/Photo+on+2010-09-07+at+14.40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514243717696996562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/TIaHdLeX7-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/swMagabdUHg/s320/Photo+on+2010-07-23+at+14.17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514243729127895010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at twitter.  It works well with my distractible attention span.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is different.  I wish I could do it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm moving away from technology though...&lt;br /&gt;I quit watching TV.  (WHOA!)  I tried to watch a movie the other day and I couldn't get through it.  What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I'm spending my time on things like relationships, studying, and getting adequate levels of rest.&lt;br /&gt;I love coffee now, but only black.  Weird.  I hated it period before, but now I crave it in its most pretentious, purist-esque form.&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going well.  They're all really interesting, but I am so disillusioned with the path that America chooses for graduates...It makes me want to just drop out and flee the American Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Irresistible-Revolution-Living-Ordinary-Radical/dp/0310266300" target="_blank"&gt;The Irresistible Revolution&lt;/a&gt;.  It was really good.  I'm in a book mood.  Nothing sounds better right now than sitting in Cuppa Joe for 6 hours with something like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ragamuffin-Gospel-Brennan-Manning/dp/1576737160" target="_blank"&gt;The Raggamuffin Gospel&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cost-Discipleship-Dietrich-Bonhoeffer/dp/0684815001"&gt;The Cost of Discipleship&lt;/a&gt;, which are the next on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this new free time (since I'm not wasting several hours each day filling my mind with empty entertainment that whispers and sometimes screams messages that oppose the gospel), have lead to a thirst for knowledge and growth.  We're studying the Holy Spirit in my sophomore study, and the book of Judges in my senior study.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God keeps revealing Himself to me, bringing forth the New Man in me, helping me to seek my identity in Him, and showing me how He loves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just finished the first month of my Senior year in college.   Weird.  I'm simultaneously scared, excited, ready to leave, and ready to put down roots and stay forever. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Lord, lead me to Your heart and Your place for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.  Just found this pic on the compy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/TIaHcy8DujI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c04nnycuYEk/s320/Photo+on+2010-08-27+at+09.20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514243722541513266" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-1574671525170332668?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/1574671525170332668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=1574671525170332668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/1574671525170332668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/1574671525170332668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-good-at-this.html' title='I&apos;m not good at this.'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/TIaHcg5CRNI/AAAAAAAAABs/pda-8yj21lQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-09-07+at+14.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-4573266840201583572</id><published>2010-06-21T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:13:09.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to Be A part of B.A.! Buenos Aires! Big Apple!</title><content type='html'>My time here has been great.  I've grown a lot in my understanding of who God is, based on seeing the diversity in which He created us in His image.  I've met a lot of really great people who are studying at one of the best universities on the continent.  This weekend, I went on a service trip that really stretched my willingness to obey God.  I've been sick, tired, excited, joyful, loved, loving, happy, and ready.  Ready to see what God does with me when I get back.  He's stretched me in prayer, and I've surrendered more of my heart into His care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I should write here. My journal is much more full.  It has been hard to find internet I can use long enough to update. I'm sure you will see more of my post-trip reflection than you've experienced so far, but I still have 1 more week before debriefing, and I'm planning to make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;So Imma sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Watching World Cup?&lt;br /&gt;VAMOS VAMOS ARGENTINAAAAAA!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-4573266840201583572?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/4573266840201583572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=4573266840201583572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/4573266840201583572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/4573266840201583572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-be-part-of-ba-buenos-aires.html' title='I want to Be A part of B.A.! Buenos Aires! Big Apple!'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-7660227965313955524</id><published>2010-05-29T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:03:32.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days in and I'm feeling good.</title><content type='html'>Yep.  I've been here for 10 days now.  Buenos Aires is incredible.  I'm so happy to get to come and share Christ's love.  I've seen so much nationalistic pride, so much sincere religion, so much passion for bettering the world around one's self, and so much brokenness since I've been here.  It breaks my heart to see people so misdirected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been reminding me that we were created to be worshipers and we do that all the time.  So much of our worship is misdirected.  I've seen people worshiping soccer, fashion, success, fame, English, education, national identity, ideology, etc.  I want to share my faith and my own story, but it has been difficult so far.  They know that they need more, but they don't know where to look.  However, because people have had a bad experience with the church, they don't want to look to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While here, I'm working on the University of Buenos Aires (UBA) Agronomy campus.  So far on campus, my group has been working on a service project the name of which translates to"Improving the Quality of Your Life".  We've been cleaning up the campus to show the students and faculty know that we are there to serve and not to be served.  Several students have been coming up and helping.  It's great.  God is really showing His favor in big ways through people that don't know Him yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I'm grabbing coffee with my new friend Tómas in the afternoon. Then Tuesday night I'll be merienda-ing with my friend Zac. I'm excited. Pray for that those times. God is good.  I love His guidance.  We need his hand and voice to lead us during these weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.  Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;Comment if you read this, because I feel alone sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Dios te Bendiga,&lt;br /&gt;Calebsito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-7660227965313955524?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/7660227965313955524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=7660227965313955524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/7660227965313955524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/7660227965313955524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-days-in-and-im-feeling-good.html' title='10 days in and I&apos;m feeling good.'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-4217176977053687435</id><published>2010-05-21T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:52:09.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida en Buenos Aires!</title><content type='html'>I'm in Buenos Aires!&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day on campus. About 8 of us are working on the Agronomy campus of UBA (the highly esteemed public university system here in BS. AS.).&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to see what ministry is like.  Today we just ate at the cafeteria, met some students in the reigning political system there, prayed, and talked about the programs we'll be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I tried Mate.  It's famous, and I'll make you all drink it. :P&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.  It's safe too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I'll try to explain things better in the days to come when I have time, but I wanted to update you real quick, so this'll do for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and blessings (and besos),&lt;br /&gt;Caleb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-4217176977053687435?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/4217176977053687435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=4217176977053687435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/4217176977053687435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/4217176977053687435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/05/vida-en-buenos-aires.html' title='Vida en Buenos Aires!'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-1940174035951637730</id><published>2010-05-14T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:54:03.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Recap</title><content type='html'>Just realized that my last post was from the beginning of April.  Yikes.&lt;div&gt;I'm not even consistent in the stuff I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, school is over.  I'm not a Junior anymore.  Weird.  Last time I became a senior, I was a lot more excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has happened in the last few weeks.  I've enjoyed them thoroughly.  We got everything initially squared away for the house next year, did some dumpster diving (found some SWEET couches), saw some good movies, tried some good food, climbed some legally questionable things, and hung out with some best friends.  Oh, and my friend gave me a mohawk. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like doing sporadic, adventurous weird things.  My friend &lt;a href="http://chrislazattack.wordpress.com/"&gt;ChrisLazattack&lt;/a&gt; pointed that out about me.  I'd never really realized it before, but I think that's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm about to set out on a new adventure: Buenos Aires, Argentina; Summer 2010, Pt. #1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Details will follow as I begin to learn them, but here's what I know so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I leave for the trip's briefing tomorrow, Sunday 5/16th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We leave for B.A. the following Wednesday, 5/19th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'll be working at a University there in the Capitol, teaching English and loving people like Jesus does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We get back on June 30th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is going to be an adventure.  Hopefully I'll have more to say about the trip after briefing starts.  Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-1940174035951637730?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/1940174035951637730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=1940174035951637730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/1940174035951637730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/1940174035951637730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-recap.html' title='Let&apos;s Recap'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-5181034126056369374</id><published>2010-04-02T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:29:51.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Good Friday</title><content type='html'>So Easter break has been real good so far.  Most of the usual group has been away, so it was an exciting, Zombieland-esque sort of week.  I've hung out over in Syme.  I like East Campus a lot.  I wish I had discovered it earlier.  :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm so excited about the Ranch for next year.  We'll be the "Original Ranchers" and it'll be real good.  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm in Highpoint with JWong.  We're going to his friend's birthday party tonight.  I'm excited. She sounded pretty cool on the phone.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had meat today for the first time since the end of spring break.  It was real good. But I liked eating vegetarian.  Imma do that 3 days a week I think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright.  Peace and blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS, Getting a haircut Sunday I hope. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-5181034126056369374?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/5181034126056369374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=5181034126056369374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/5181034126056369374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/5181034126056369374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-good-friday.html' title='It&apos;s a Good Friday'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-4462065902992269506</id><published>2010-03-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:58:02.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray Hard and Live Miraculously</title><content type='html'>That's what I'm learning this year.  Pray hard.  If we want to see God move miraculously, we need to step out in ways that give God a miraculous avenue to work through in our lives.  We don't see miracles very much in American Christianity, because American Christianity is way too comfortable.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;b&gt;1st Kings Chapter 18&lt;/b&gt;, Elijah opposed the Prophets of Baal.  He was God's only servant, and he was up against 450 powerful religious leaders.  There hadn't been any rain in a long time, and it was becoming dangerously dry.  Basically, the king blamed Elijah for the drought and so Elijah challenged the heathen prophets to a God-off.  They'd have a burnt sacrifice, only God had to light it.  DAAAAANG. God didn't tell Elijah to do that, he just knew that God would come through.  So Baal's boys worked all day moaning and crying and cutting and bowing, but to no avail. At the end of the day, it was Elijah's turn.  He told the men to pour a lot of water all over the bull ("But wait!" you say.  "Don't you want it to get set on fire?"  Yes! Avenues for miracles, get it?) God didn't tell him to drench the sacrifice.  He just had faith enough to believe that God would come through.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God did come through.  Fire came straight from heaven and set the whole thing ablaze.  It was incredible.  How often do we waste situations for God to be miraculously glorified in our lives by playing it safe?  Probably a lot more often than you'd think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pray with faith.  Expect God to move, and watch Him do His thing.  Remember that His will is better than ours, though, and don't be disheartened if His answer doesn't look the way you thought it would.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!  Now I can't put off studying anymore.  Got a test in 01:02:05. Whoops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-4462065902992269506?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/4462065902992269506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=4462065902992269506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/4462065902992269506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/4462065902992269506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/03/pray-hard-and-live-miraculously.html' title='Pray Hard and Live Miraculously'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-4178968843119737708</id><published>2010-03-13T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:46:32.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn, Brooklyn! Take Me In</title><content type='html'>I'm back.  I love it here in New York.&lt;div&gt;Whenever I'm here, my heart breaks for the people of my country (and the world).  I just sense the lostness of the world in a more poignant, tangible way.  I'm really overwhelmed right now with a lot of different thoughts.  On one hand, I'm so excited to be here.  I got on the subway and knew what I was doing. That was a good feeling.  On the other hand, I keep seeing people and looking at their broken empty faces.  I almost started crying earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might just need some sleep.  It's been a long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spencer and I woke up at 6:30 this morning and started driving.  We hit hard rain all the way up and ended up getting stranded in New Jersey when the Turnpike got shut down (because of flooding and a bridge that was out).  Then the engine started smoking and we just prayed.  There was a lot of prayer.  Long story short, our 8 hour drive took 12.5.  Then all but one other person (out of our 7 total) got stuck at RDU.  And it is raining so hard.  It is like a hurricane but in the winter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;I'm going to Tim Keller's church in the morning.  That should be good.  We met some cool people from Colorado.  I'm excited about that.  I'm worried about getting sick of the other 4 students from NCSU.  I keep comparing this trip to last year.  But it is different.  I believe that that's because God planned it differently, because he wants to do different things.  Satan obviously didn't want us coming up here.  He's been up to no good all day.  So God must have some good stuff planned.  I'm pumped to see what God does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm praying that I'll let God move in me.  I don't want to get in the way.  I want to see His Spirit fall on this city that way that the rain did today.  Join with us in praying for that, okay?  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with a poem my friend Tom wrote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;this week, the gothic feeling your insomniac culture gives reminded me that you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one certain idea like no other showed me that you need and you give us people&lt;br /&gt;and although these people, undead in their mind-body-soul, live around you&lt;br /&gt;they &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are few that call you beautiful&lt;br /&gt;there might be a handful that can appreciate your looks&lt;br /&gt;but they all call you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ages ago you were known as "the city of fools"&lt;br /&gt;no one cared to give thought to the frame of your future&lt;br /&gt;they never realized that they were-&lt;br /&gt;the eyes&lt;br /&gt;the nose&lt;br /&gt;the fingertips of industrialization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved&lt;br /&gt;you are that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for once doubting you&lt;br /&gt;i've realized the potential of the place i myself called..&lt;br /&gt;now call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the individual is the kneecaps in you&lt;br /&gt;an intricate articulate syndicate of heart-work&lt;br /&gt;i call myself proud to bolt the body to the ground and declare ownership&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;one city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the city that calls you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i call you the gorgeous mosaic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep life old friend.&lt;br /&gt;be safe.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://miserableexuberance.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all my NYC friends from last year. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/4869357178544639783-4178968843119737708?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/4178968843119737708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=4178968843119737708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/4178968843119737708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/4178968843119737708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/03/brooklyn-brooklyn-take-me-in.html' title='Brooklyn, Brooklyn! Take Me In'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-2711151350547428536</id><published>2010-03-08T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:43:39.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaucer</title><content type='html'>So I had to write this paper about Portraiture of Characters in &lt;i&gt;The Canterbury Tales&lt;/i&gt; for ENG 451, my Chaucer class.&lt;div&gt;I'm in there now, actually.  Whoops, just got called on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes ma'am, I can read that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"This markys wondred evere lenger the moore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Upon hir pacience, and if that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ne hadde soothly knowen therbifoore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That parfitly hir children loved she,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He wolde have wend that of som subtiltee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And of malice, or for crueel corage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That she hadde suffred this with sad visage."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew.  Done.  I don't really like reading Middle English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the task at hand.  I could not write that paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was due a week ago.  I tried everyday for about 10 days.  I didn't finish it until 5:15.  TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wasn't any kind of problem with getting it in late.  She was fine with that.  I've just never had that problem before.  I'm usually a good worker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Gato_Gordo"&gt;@Gato_Gordo&lt;/a&gt; said I should think about trying Adderall XR.  I've never thought of myself as a person that needs to be medicated.  I don't like that thought at all.  But I'm worried! I could not focus.  Today, an hour before the paper was due I was doing a crossword puzzle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What. The. HECK?!  Come on Caleb?  Oh well.  The paper is DONE.  And so is class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so done with class today. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chelsea Rae, Morning Times was wonderful.  Let's do it next time you're home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-2711151350547428536?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/2711151350547428536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=2711151350547428536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/2711151350547428536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/2711151350547428536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/03/chaucer.html' title='Chaucer'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-6735929343504660419</id><published>2010-03-06T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:16:26.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gave us the Most Beautiful of Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Katharine Weislak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;wants her name in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I haven't updated this blog since last year.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick run-through of 2010 so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;January 1st began at Encounter (http://www.midsouthcru.com/encounterblog/). I had been there for a while just loving God and His people.  :)  I'm so at peace with where God has me and what He has me doing these days.  The theme of #CruTru09 was Encounter Christ the Truth.  It was really great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After praying in the New Year, we danced the night away.  Well most of us did.  I danced my 45 minutes of free time away.  Then I left for the most epic domestic trip of my life.  We titled it "There and Back Again" and it included the following:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 Men&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A 2001 Pontiac Montana ("The Queen")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24 states&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8.5 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7432 Miles...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs125.snc3/17272_763910839509_11831291_42420918_3222525_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them's mah pics:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2031919&amp;amp;id=1398510078&amp;amp;l=72294ba0b1" target="_blank"&gt;Album 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2031919&amp;amp;id=1398510078&amp;amp;l=72294ba0b1" target="_blank"&gt;Album 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2031919&amp;amp;id=1398510078&amp;amp;l=72294ba0b1" target="_blank"&gt;Album 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got back the night of the Carolina Campout. Everyone else was freezing.  I was wearing a tee-shirt and hoodie.  The -36 (-60 with windchill) degree weather of Montana kind of ruined me towards feeling cold in North Carolina.  It was a good night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes started.  I'm taking Film Production.  That's great.  Most of my other classes are pretty uninteresting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We started studying James in my Bible Study.  That is great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to the 20-20 Conference at Southeastern.  God is doing really great things. :) So glad I get to join Him in them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOST returned.  That made me so happy.  I watch it with Wes and Deepak.  That's really good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After LOST, I go to prayer.  Tuesdays are so great.  Justin Wong has taken over leading it.  I'm always so encouraged at seeing God work here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I figured out where I'll be living next year.  Michael Orr, Jay Linderman, and I will be living with a few guys in the COOLEST house ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collin came over and just wanted to hang out.  I was so encouraged because he asked if I was gonna be leading Bible Study again next year.  The devil has been trying to convince me that I shouldn't be doing this, or that it isn't affecting people.  But it is.  God is faithful to use us when we let Him.  I'm so encouraged. Patrick is a servant team leader!  Collin came to leader's retreat!  Matthew continues to show me how much I can learn about Christ.  Jesse keeps surprising me with how awesome he is (e.g. Slap Bet Commissioner tee-shirt).  I see Will &amp;amp; Bentley all over, and I yell to them. And they always know it's me, haha. Brandon is such a great co-leader.  I don't see him as much as I used to, but we're still BFF. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday, I found out that I made David Monsees' best friends list.  That made my day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday, I saw God.  He reminded me that He works everywhere.  You don't have to be in Peru to have a God-room experience.  That's really cool to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday, I went to visit the Furniture Capitol of the World!  Not for that reason, though.  Justin, Caleb, Suzanne, and I went to go trade Justin's car for some other ones. That was fun.  I really like semi-spontaneous trips where we get to meet friends' parents.  They're so great. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So that's a quick run-through.  A lot more happened, but it's kinda blurring together for me right now. It snowed a lot.  I'm not sure how I feel about that (thanks El Niño).  But I feel like this was a pretty good summary.&lt;div&gt;Now I'm sitting in Gordon and Michael's room blogging, while JWong, Caleb, Monsees, Kweezy, Michael, and Gordane (minus Jordane. sad) play halo.  We're listening to &lt;i&gt;Hungry Like the Wolf&lt;/i&gt;, and I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to have the friends that I do and a relationship with the God of the universe, who loves me for who I am.  Dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's always nice to look out the window&lt;br /&gt;And see those very first few flakes of snow&lt;br /&gt;And later on we can go outside&lt;br /&gt;And create the impression of an angel that just fell from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When February rolls around I'll roll my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turn a cold shoulder to these even colder skies&lt;br /&gt;And by the fire my heart it heaves a sigh&lt;br /&gt;For the green grass waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always winter but never Christmas&lt;br /&gt;It seems this curse just can't be lifted&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the midst of all this ice and snow&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts stay warm cause they are filled with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be so nice to look out the window&lt;br /&gt;And see the leaves on the trees begin to show&lt;br /&gt;The birds would congregate and sing&lt;br /&gt;A song of birth a song of newer things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind would calm and the sun would shine&lt;br /&gt;I'd go outside and I'd squint my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But for now I will simply just withdraw&lt;br /&gt;Sit here and wish for this world to thaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything it changed overnight&lt;br /&gt;This dying world you brought it back to life&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside I felt things&lt;br /&gt;Shifting everything was melting&lt;br /&gt;Away oh away&lt;br /&gt;And you gave us the most beautiful of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when it's always winter but never Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like you're not with us&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside our hearts we know&lt;br /&gt;That you are here and we will not lose hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't think I can do that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;You better bring it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks for reading, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Flip it, stick it, seeyoulaterbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recent music favorites: &lt;/b&gt;CONTRA (Vampire Weekend), Black &amp;amp; Gold (Sam Sparro), I Need a Dollar [How to Make it in America Theme] (Aloe Blacc), Jim Avett, Carolina Roadkill, MGMT, Annuals, &lt;b&gt;United States of Pop&lt;/b&gt;, Aim and Ignite (Fun.), Gold Motel - EP (Greta Salpeter, of The Hush Sound), First Days of Spring (Noah and the Whale), &lt;b&gt;GLEE&lt;/b&gt;, Fall Be Kind (Animal Collective), Pomplamoose♥, The Fame Monster (LadyGAGA), and a renewed love of worship music that only comes from Christ.  God is so good.  I love seeing that more and more.&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/4869357178544639783-6735929343504660419?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/6735929343504660419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=6735929343504660419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/6735929343504660419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/6735929343504660419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-gave-us-most-beautiful-of-days.html' title='You Gave us the Most Beautiful of Days'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-3885067280915081131</id><published>2009-12-22T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:53:52.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>thus the earth was made</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dripping&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;splashing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;rippling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&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;pooling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;never-ending&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ever-cooling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tripping&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;falling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;bending&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&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;breaking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;neverminding&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ever-shaking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaking shaking bending breaking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooling layering bubbling caking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never-seeing never-knowing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowing blowing glowing slowing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever-dripping dropping rippling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crippling stripling tripling tripling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splashing gurgling pooling churning&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burning yearning now returning&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a crack&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a split&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flood&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and silence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-3885067280915081131?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/3885067280915081131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=3885067280915081131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/3885067280915081131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/3885067280915081131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2009/12/thus-earth-was-made.html' title='thus the earth was made'/><author><name>Caleb Durham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320007806829381051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZvOVh7xEmI0/R4mfFhMkyCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NiKieT1gvcs/S220/n1398510078_30035295_5886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869357178544639783.post-2418259442842042273</id><published>2009-10-11T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:50:39.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, World. (I like to say this in real life too.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I love my life right now.  God is so good.  I love both of those phrases, and they both apply, but I want to be clear that I believe that God is good even when my circumstances are not.  Recently, though, my circumstances &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; been good!  It feels good to be able to honestly say that I love life and the direction that it is going.  I love what I study and I love to what I have committed my life and time.  I’m writing a paper for my nonprofit class, and I had to take a break from it to get these thoughts out.  They’ve really been bouncing around in my head since Tuesday night, but I’m gonna start with last week and go from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Last week I got H1N1.  The for-real, diagnosed Swine Flu.  It was cruddy.  Turning onto my side was enough to make me nauseous.  I was so sick, I couldn’t watch tv (which for me is a HUGE deal).  Anyway, it sucked.  I spent the whole week trying to get better.  And I finally did.  I could literally feel people’s prayers.  (Ask me about it; typed words won’t do God justice here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;So Friday I went to Barn Party.  It was glorious...and kind of a blur.  I remember eating corn, going on a hay ride with Rita and Josh, hanging out with some of my bible study guys, watching Carolina Roadkill, and seeing a thousand people. I shouldn’t have gone, but I saw Jason for the first time all year and that made it worth it.  I miss him a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Saturday, I recovered from Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Sunday was a great way to start the week.  I didn’t go to Crosswave this weekend, because I didn’t want to infect all the children.  I was sad, but was surprised to find myself enjoying the first break of the school year.  So when I came to Sunday, I got Brunch with Haley and Katharine and then we picked up our friend Justin and went to Vintage for the 11:30 service.  It was really good.  Then I worked on some stuff and went to Apple with Spencer and Jeff.  APPLE IS FIXING MY COMPUTER! FOR FREE! INSTEAD OF FOR $1000! It made me very happy.  I also got this great sweater vest from J. Crew for $12 instead of $82.  That also made me very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Monday I went back to class.  I have Tennis, Communication Theory, Nonprofits, Psychology, and Weather/Climate.  Mostly boring. 5 classes makes for a really long day, and I had a lot to make up from the week before.  But then Monday night, Brandon and I took the BStud guys out to 5 Guys Burgers and Fries.  Which is wonderful.  Then we came back and planned our creative date invitation.  Matthew played some emotional Santana-esque guitar while the others took turns reciting lines of a poem.  We asked out the freshmen girls in Lee (Haley and Rita’s study) and they loved it.  Then Brandon, the other guys, and I went upstairs and had a time of sharing each other’s testimonies.  It was a really good time together, and I really like what God is doing with our group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Tuesdays are good.  I woke up, did homework, went to meet Nathaniel for lunch, but he had to cancel.  Instead, I explored the new Theatre/Crafts center and ran into Ross, who was mounting some of his prints from Ghana.  I still want to see the finished work.  After that, I ate at Clark and went to Creative Writing (with my friend who’s a-little-less-than-Caleb*), played piano, then went to Social Dance; usually, I swim for a while, but my lungs are still recovering from the SW1N1, so this week I went back to my room and watched some tv; I met my friends Katharine and Rachael for dinner at the Fount, and almost went to RUF.  Instead, though, I worked on some homework for a while and then walked over to Raleigh Worship with my friends Kerri and Evan.  This was the first time I had been to Raleigh Worship.  I’ve been trying to get there since it’s first week, but Satan has been trying to stop that.  (I won. HA!)  It was a great time, just me and God (and a whole lot of new and old friends).  After Raleigh Worship, Tom and Evan and I walked over to Brickyard prayer and communion, my favorite grassroots movement).  While there, God just really showed up and renewed my excitement in Him.  I love being a follower of Christ.  He is so good.  Why wouldn’t you want to be a Christian? It’s so great.  If you have never tried it out, I heartily recommend it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Wednesday, most of my classes were canceled.  I made up a test in Com. Theory, and then got lunch with Matthew.  After Nonprofits, I walked back to Kara’s car and we bonded over both coming from film families.  Ahhh, kindred spirit.  Then I worked on some homework and realized I was on fall break! It was a wonderful feeling.  For dinner, I met Melissa.  We went to TeaGschwendner and the Noodle Company, where we ran into Michael and Ava Michelle!  After a great dinner, we went to Sam Lawhorne’s house and played catchphrase and the dice game from Pirates of the Caribbean.  Later we made a cookout run and then played some World Tour.  Ava Michelle rocks at vocals, especially when she knows the songs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Thursday, I almost went on a trip to Hanging Rock, but figured that I should get some website work done, so I packed and came home instead.  It was the first time that I had been home (while not under the influence of swine) this school year.  The food was incredible.  I love my family.  We haven’t gotten along so well in the past, but I’m seeing that maybe, that was partly my fault.  I’m growing up!  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Friday, I picked Jessie up from the old Wake Christian.  It was the first time I had been back since my freshman year at NC State.  It was weird being back.  But like the good, nostalgic weird.  Then we left for Linville, and we’ve been camping ever since!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Saturday we went to Mass General Store at Valle Crucis and I got a LOOOOOT of candy and these great North Face shorts that were on sale for $13.  I like candy and sales.  We also went to this great overlook and I climbed over the look a little too much for my parents’ liking.  Last night, we had cajun food and played Scategories.  I love both of those things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Today, we packed up and headed home.  It was a great trip, even though we didn’t get to go hiking, for the rain, or visit the Orchard at Altapass, for the camper attached to the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Anyway, I love Jesus, friends, life, and you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;My Birthday is soon, which along with the NC State Fair, marks the beginning of the holiday season.  And that means that Christmas is soon, so get ready. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;While I wrote this post, I listened to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sex on Fire (Kings of Leon), Sure as Hell (This Providence), Something Inside (from August Rush), If This World Were Mine (John Legend), My Legionnaire (Brooke Waggoner), Ain’t My Day to Save the World (Hoyt Hughes), One Song Glory (from RENT), Angel Band (from O Brother Where Art Thou?), The Ballad of John and Yoko (The Beatles), One (U2),  Sharp Dressed Man (ZZ Top), All I Want Is You (Glen Campbell), Loba (Shakira), Freckles (Natasha Bedingfield), Nobody (Ne-Yo), Pink and Black (Tyler Hilton), We Looked Like Giants (Death Cab for Cutie), Jury Duty (The O.C. Supertones), Valeu Valeu (Braddigan), Takeoff (Nobuo Uematsu), The Glories of Calvary (Sovereign Grace Music), and Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Alan Jackson).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;*Kayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869357178544639783-2418259442842042273?l=calebdurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/feeds/2418259442842042273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4869357178544639783&amp;postID=2418259442842042273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/2418259442842042273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4869357178544639783/posts/default/2418259442842042273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calebdurham.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-my-life-right-now.html' title='Hello, World. 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